Babygurrl84

Driving beyond the speed limit with all the windows rolled down and a car halfway to soaring, we are the kings of our tomorrow. Singing at the top of our lungs as the crisp, autumn air violently shook us with every breath, we are a beautiful madness. Running barefoot to the playground through a sudden, midsummer storm, and laughing despite the rain, we are dangerously alive. Crying silently to the wild stars above, in hopes that happiness will find us before our next nightmare does, we are brilliantly broken. Loving recklessly as we search for the love we think we deserve, for the person who won't define us, but enrich our existence, we

We procrastinate all over, yet expect things to get done. We expect to win the marathon, when we don't try to run. We just sit here and keep waiting, and man, we can't even see, The longer we wait for the future, the shorter it will be.