The Chronicles of The Wandering Eyes

 The world seems a lot smaller now. I keep seeing the same people and the same faces, and doing the same things. It honestly feels like an endless cycle of the same routines. I'm honestly pretty bored with my life right now, so I keep doing things like going to the gym or eating healthy to make up for it because those are the only things exciting about my life right now. So since I clearly don't have anything entertaining to share about what's going on in my life, I will just discuss topics or certain things that have been on my mind. Because quite frankly, those are currently the only interesting things going on. One topic I'm about to talk about is the saying "High school is the best years of your life". While I see why that can be true, I believe it is a completely false narrative depending on the type of person your are. Yes, high school does mean zero responsibilities and constantly hanging out with your friends if you're privileged enough to experien...

  Debussy, Claire De Lune: When we were younger we had dreams. We had hope. We were full of it. Our eyes gleamed of it. It was all we ever saw. Day and night. Night and day. These dreams would lull us to sleep. Singing a sweet hyme. A sweet song full of glitter. Glitter that had endless sparkles. Sparkles that only we could see. But as we got older… As we got older… No. We did not think about growing old. We only thought about these dreams. Dreams as sweet as honey. Honey as sweet as dreams. Because when all you do is dream, Everything seems sweet. Nocturne, Chopin: A cold day it was, the breeze seemed to cut through my skin. It created rough calluses that reflected my endless thoughts. They haunted me like the girl in my dreams. For some reason she would never leave me alone, She chased and chased until she could chase no more. And when she could chase no more, she would crawl. Crawl towards me she would, with a strange smile on her face. Not actually on her face. It was plastered...