s t r a w b e r r y f i e l d s

90s here i come,
high school back in new zealand.


close your eyes and re-live those moments.

quiet nights,
me and my music,
imaginations running wild,
profusely writing, drawing,
feeling everything and nothing,
never needing to try very hard
but finding everything so damn interesting.



where has that all gone?
i am only but a fragment of what i used to be.
it seems like only the negative remains.
no creativity, no enthusiasm, fastly dying neurons, all cynicism and no love.
is this what aging does to one these days?

if only, if only.




soundtrack:
rotten apples - the smashing pumpkins greatest hits.