to feel relieved is only an imaginative state of mind.
there is a cloud of idiocracy that overwhelms my lungs, encompassing them with a faint tinge of a thousand young souls.
a foul smell of youth, wandering, lost.
why is it that so many questions are left unanswered?
why is it that i want answers to questions i don't hold?
these feelings change, they alter, they fluctuate from moment to moment.
to feel a sudden weight has been lifted off your chest in just a matter of minutes.
to feel those thousand waves crashing down on you suddenly subside and ease the feeling of regret.
all i can say is i'll never know, and neither will you.
i'm left here with only one thing: