Years and years always pass by
Not once did I lose hope
However, I feel like losing it all right now
With the way things are, I'm just too damn emotional
The way I act is a like a child, but I can also be mature
Sometimes too serious and over worried
Yet, it all fits me
I don't consider it a losing trait, but a way to still keep what's truly me
Why can't people just accept me for who I am regardless of these weaknesses
Regardless of my strengths
It just feels like people want something conditional
Yet, I'm going beyond that and going for something unconditional
I find out this is my true miracle that I'm looking for
Wanna go be f
I write because...
Because...
Oh, how can I put it into words?
(They were there, just a second ago.
So many reasons, darting and buzzing around in my head
Like dragonflies. Flashes of brilliance, difficult to capture...)
Wait a moment...wait...aha! I've caught some.
I write, because I want to take Color
And translate it into Sound, Smell, Taste and Texture
So that perhaps, I can help a blind man see a sunset.
(That was bit syrupy, wasn't it?
The sentiment gives me cavities just by looking at it...
But it's true, all the same.)
I write, because I want to tell stories worth telling;
To take someone on a journey through time and s
She is sad,
But at least
Her wings aren't
Broken
Her hair is
Tangled, a complete mess,
But at least
She's not crying
Her cheeks are
Red,
But at least
No one notices
Her pride is
Wounded,
But at least
She can put her
Eyeliner on evenly,
Even with a shaky hand
She wants to live
Somewhere that's not real
She knows she's made
Of stardust,
And she wants to go
Back
She wants to glimmer,
But she can't here
The grey and
The alarm clocks
Weigh her down
Too much