I could be your best friend, i could be your worst enemy. You paint life, the mistakes you make, can define you from who you could have been, you can rub them of your practice or your first sketch, but they still stay, ghostly, pale lines that were never meant to be, You could be whoever you want, you have to choose the right path, fame is different from popularity, such is friends different from enemies, you can be the world to one but less of a thing to another. Choice is not always right, knowing your right from wrong is choice, to learn, to ignore to remember to forget, to live, to die, to kill, to save, to be a happy, miserable, sad, confused, frightened, naughty, nice, good, bad person. You are who you choose to be.
18 years, 6 months & 23 days ago
