I just stumbled on an instagram page dedicated to people from where I grew up early this morning and I had an epiphany. Seeing pictures of some of the people I grew up with and how where I grew up used to look, compared to now, brought tears to my eyes. I can't even remember the last time I saw tears trickling down my cheeks but I had to subconsciously let it go today.
These are people I used to run around with as a kid and a teenager. People I shared dreams with, while doing what other kids do and looking into the future. Sad that the future is now (although future is infinite) and I'll never see some of them in flesh again (I've not seen a lot of the ones around in like 7-10 years). Even when I bump into some of the ones who're still around - the friendship isn't what it used to be because we've all grown apart (only a few of us are still close-knitted).
The memories of the good/bad times we shared together, whist trying to grow up fast and fit in somewhere in the world. The vulnerabilities we shared in figuring out life. The mistakes we made. The blood, sweat, and tears. Those formative years are the important period of everyone's life.
Life is like a roller coaster at Alton Towers, with rises and falls, where nothing is permanent. But I miss my brothers and my childhood. I have sober all day, drinking the pain away.
I've been listening to this all day
These are people I used to run around with as a kid and a teenager. People I shared dreams with, while doing what other kids do and looking into the future. Sad that the future is now (although future is infinite) and I'll never see some of them in flesh again (I've not seen a lot of the ones around in like 7-10 years). Even when I bump into some of the ones who're still around - the friendship isn't what it used to be because we've all grown apart (only a few of us are still close-knitted).
The memories of the good/bad times we shared together, whist trying to grow up fast and fit in somewhere in the world. The vulnerabilities we shared in figuring out life. The mistakes we made. The blood, sweat, and tears. Those formative years are the important period of everyone's life.
Life is like a roller coaster at Alton Towers, with rises and falls, where nothing is permanent. But I miss my brothers and my childhood. I have sober all day, drinking the pain away.
I've been listening to this all day
