In this summer of Existentialism, I am struggling to find purpose and direction in life. Though I don't entirely know what I am going to do with myself, I know what I am afraid of - wasting my life dreaming and not living. Always wondering "what if". Always wanting, but never going after something.
and i don't want to say that i wasted my days chasing instead of catching keeping.
wasting wishes on copper and stars.
"Copper and Stars" - Planes Mistaken for Stars
so sing to me. to pull through. that we'll build to push on. sing you won't leave. until you feel summer on my face. sing, i'll sway
"Staggerswallowswell" - PMfS
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