all I dream of is the unknown. tired of being surrounded by people but feeling alone. of being embraced but not feeling at home. i see a thousand smiles but eyes full of sorrow. always looking at yesterday and never tomorrow. i see so many people but can't tell if they're real. i live and i breath but i can't seem to feel. i hear so many songs without meaning. there's too many hearts that aren't even beating. stories are told without truth. people my age are losing their youth. the sky is full of stars but no one looks above. so many couples but no one in love. why can't we all just slow down to see the beauty that lies in simplicity? it's not about looking back but looking ahead. not following a path but being misled. not about the time taken but how it was spent. not who you kissed but what it meant. and that perfection won't exist and wouldnt be as exciting as the imperfect things we are always hiding.