I miss the days when nothing seemed to matter.
I miss the days when no one seemed to care.
I miss the days when nothing seemed to matter.
I miss the days when there was laughter in the air.
There always seems.
To be something worth doing.
Worth doing because.
Theres no choice but to do it.
Whats worth doing.
For no reason whatsoever.
Not much.
Not much.
Not much at all.
But every now and again.
There's a little something.
That pops up.
That puts laughter in the air.
Because no one seems to care.
And nothing seems to matter.
Except doing that something.
That you feel like doing.
That's it.
I am Timi