disturbed.

if i could draw what my mind is looking like right now it'll be lines and circles intersecting each other at various points. i don't even know what i am doing anymore. don't you feel that way too sometimes? when you just feel like you want to throw everything away and just go somewhere new and not be bothered by what others think and just be careless and free,

my mind's made of patched up pictures of the past, little fragments of the future and wretched moments of the present all rolled up in a box. i'm lost, i'm tired, i need some sort of escape. i need you.

i miss being a kid. a kid knows what to do. he knows what he wants at least. he's happy and content with what he has. why is it that when we grow up we tend to make things complicated? why do we end up thinking too much? why are some people so carefree it seems? 

or maybe it's just me?

maybe it's just me. 

maybe.

may, be.

p.s: clueless, lost and confused.