"...there is one kind of prison where the man is behind bars, and everything that he desires is outside; and there is another kind where the things are behind the bars, and the man is outside."
some kind of way

reminiscing about my youth tonight. I may still be young, but my mind is not. reminiscing about my innocence, my life before I knew the things I know now, my genuine dreams and not those corrupted by the world or led by my selfishness. tonight I am in a dark place, and I know that tomorrow I’ll be happy and that these feelings won’t come around again for a while, but tonight I’m going to let them stay