When I was little I believed that all the stars were people up in heaven.
I've grown since then, but for the stuff I did, I have not been forgiven.
They say it's fine it's ok, but you still feel a certain way.
I wish up to the heavens for us to bloom like flowers in May.
We can't be perfect if you believe me or not it's not right to be "perfect".
You're not made to be like that. You should be unusual, odd so that they couldn't avoid your being.
There are many hours we find ourselves lost, unlike the others. It's not good it's not a crime it's our way of being " perfect".
We should feel more in control and start living.
Thank you I'm grateful for understanding.
You're right for remembering.