How does it look?

How does it look? Just give me a glimpse into what I left behind. Is it all glitter and sunshine? Or does it pour because I walked away? How are your friends? The ones I'll never meet. I'm sure they are better than I could ever be. Do you think of me? It is a selfish request, for me to ask you to forget all our happy memories. that bring you such joy. It is a selfish request, for you to ask me to remember all our old moments when these memories bring me nothing but pain. Are your bedroom walls still a pale blue? Or did you try to get rid of any evidence of the old you? It has been a long time since we last met in person. Do you remember the last time we saw eachothers face?

Do you know how far I want to run? I hate it here. Everything is so repetitive and repulsive. Get up, got to school/work, get home, sleep. It's the same all day, everyday. What is the point of that though? What is there to live for? That lifestyle is so dull and completely safe. I never found out if you were a risk taker or not. I'm not entirely sure you would trust me enough to run if I invited you along.

How does it look? Just give me a glimpse into your lifes climax. Is your future thrilling or bare? Am I there standing by your side like I promised I always would be? Or did I flee to follow my childish dreams? How are your friends? I hope I'm one of them. It's selfish for me to ask you to trust me when I have given you no reason to. I trust you.

Anywhere you go, I hope I can follow.