31.3.15

and i told you to be patient, and i told you to be fine, and i told you to be balanced, and i told you to be kind, and in the morning i'll be with you, but it will be a different kind, 'cause i will be holding all the tickets, and you'll be owning all the fines

i feel trapped.

i feel like drawing, i feel like dancing, i feel like being myself;

but quite recently, all i've done was to comply.

no room to breathe. no room to stretch. no room to run.

i just want to run away from all of this and never come back.

to pick up my camera and never look back.

the world is my oyster, but i am nothing but the pearl that is trapped inside.

je veux échapper. je veux quitter la réalité. je veux la quitter, mais je n'ai pas le courage.


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