Stuck in a secret love inside this broken old town I used to tramp about.
Not the same since my youth left me.
Found out how growing up can grab you and hold you to certain standards. We cling to that which we feel the most love.
I think I was always born to be an outsider. Took me a lot of changes to know this. Took some brave execution of my heart to push certain standards away. But I'm not ungrateful for the outcomes.
However bitter the wine the effect is so suited to be the same. I'm destructive. Drunk on the abyss of moments like this. Kids used to play about but the kids grow up and wonder why it had to change. I wonder how it changed so fast, because that was just a moment ago. And in a moment this too will pass and become a different outcome, again and again.

Legs get cold if you don't stretch them. Hearts get cold if you forget them. Friends get weary if you don't call them.
I might be lonely in the end. But I'll always pretend.