these are my dreams, you know.
who I wanna be and how I wanna feel.
they told me to become like a child. humble. free.
not our pitiful self-loving adult persona.
so I suppose that's me walkin the streets and finding myself.
strange encounters with another world.
all I see is red these days.
visions of my mom.
and so this is like wakin up and feelin your birthday on your back and thinkin shit…
don't you wanna go back to that?