You know?
Someone said to me once that "I had lived like a rock star" far too young...
And I'm starting to believe that they might have some truth in their words.
I remember with clarity how I've lost most of my innocence throughout the years.
By the first quarter of my existence, I was already living...
Maybe even crazier than most people I've known in my lifetime.
And it only went on to gaining momentum.
The more time I spent dwelling around dark streets at night, the more understanding I gained of this world. Experience by experience, I discovered more and more of my self.
So much so, that sometimes I've had the feeling that somewhere along the way, I got "lost" in the wrong world.
The innocence I have now is by necessity, more than choice.
Come to think of it, truth has always been quite significant to me.
The people I held closest to my heart always had their truths -sometimes painful ones- but I could always appreciate the honesty of their actions.
It was always the hollow lies I could not get on board.
Anything insincere made me feel stupid.
Why would you do things that attack your darkest pieces?
Are you really that blind of what you are trying to integrate?
How simple is to place the fear in the bravery of someone else.
I can only aspire to be as brave as those whom choose to live a life free of remorse, guilt or shame.
Listening: "Time to Pretend"
by MGMT