Jump into my mouth and breathe the stardust.

I am such a procrastinator, I can feel the walls closing in around me. If I fuck this up, my freedom, my trust, my life will be regulated once again. I can't find the time to do what needs to be done. Lately there is just so many other, beautiful things to do. I can't memorize chicken scratch, I won't believe in what I'm told, I will not do what I have always done. This life is new, my future is a blank canvas. I see around me a palate of beautiful colors just waiting for me to dip into them. Being so young in a world so full of old is an invigorating thing. I yearn to know the unknown, to see the unseen, to speak the unspoken. This journey has barely begun and I tend to forget the importance of things once vital. I am held back by conformity, by law, by conscience. To learn to disregard would be bliss, yet would also result in failure.