Saturday, 4 August 2012

y o u



You have to make your own little pieces of magic, like the room with the stars on the ceiling where you could be in bed and look up at infinity. When you stop fighting, you stop living, so find your fight, then fight like hell until your battle is won.

As you get older there comes a time when you're not scared of the dark or of monsters anymore. You realize the dark is just the dark and monsters don't exist. But it's also when you become scared of other things, people themselves. You learn that not everyone wants to see you succeed. You become aware of people's underlying intentions and selfish actions. And the monsters you used to check for under your bed at night don't even compare to some of the things people do.