When I was younger,
I thought that life would never end
and it didn't matter what happened.
It would rain hard, but it was okay
because it would always get sunny again.
And again. And again does it hurt to reflect
on a care-free childhood. A care-free childhood
where life was perfect as it always would be.
But now I see the pain in perfection, because
nothing is perfect, and it hurts to think that that's
how it could be seen.
Just know that you have to get past the
never-ending story attitude, because don't forget:
"Life doesn't last forever, but it always ends".