i miss the sun in my mind. i miss how everything was clear because there was light. where i am now it’s unclear and dark. i can only see what’s right in front of me, and i’m fearful of what is behind. i tell myself to trust and believe it’s all for the good, but a little voice keeps whispering, what if that’s naive. i can’t bare to be naive at this time of my life. and i have to admit that is true, but what else can i do? when all i see is what’s right in front of me? if you have to gamble, pick one, choose one, wouldn’t you rather pick the happy until you know. wouldn’t you rather live hopefully than in fear of the unknown.
– i’d rather call it adventure