everytime i read your old random pieces i miss you, the way you used to be. the way you used to think and write whatever you felt, not thinking about what others thought about it. now, its as if you feel so tied down by all these rules and reason, every problem and every person. i wish they did not phase you so. i miss when you listened to your beautiful mind.
pachem,
moonchild
the brain cells of a complex kidd wonder
