But somewhere in the back of their minds, in the depths of their soul, that is where you will find your memories. Buried away in the back of a soul that is no longer you, but is you in ways.
A soul that seems familiar to you, but isn't you.
But at one point in time that soul was you, so the memories still exist, they're just unseen. So we really should make the best of our moments, considering they are forever.
It's my long, obnoxious way of saying don't be so safe all the time.
Don't over think everything. Just do it.
Switch sides of the road.
Take a right turn leading into dark unknown forests.
Sneak out of the house and kiss a few boys or girls.
Sneak in, in the morning and miss first period.
Smoke a bowl with the windows down going 30 miles over.
Burn your hand lighting a cigarette for a pretty girl.
Jump out of a plane and risk it all to feel it all.
Lose your virginity, don't save it till your old and tired.
Have sex with men that make you feel like, like a woman...make you feel...alive.
Get drunk on Boulevard and kiss a random stranger.
Lose yourself in life and let it sway the way it should.
Float for once.
Because if we aren't willing to make better memories for the soul to carry on when our time is up,..
Then why even bother with time?