My disco lights just gave up and I feel exactly the same. Today is not the best day but we learn to make the most.
Is life just a perpetual palindrome?
I don’t want to be mediocre or extraordinary. I just want to be me when I’m with you. I want to re-write my past to include you in my future.
Understandably who I am’s not who you want to be because I’m me, me, meme, me: the warm-up opera singer’s understudy.
This isn’t here to make sense it’s just my randomized brain relating to the weather.
I don’t want to be the girl who got the story, the foot-notes to the after party; I want to be the one that gets the song.
Love has never yet existed for me so I stand in the cold alone, surrounded by thousands of couples staring at a gigantic clock counting down the seconds... the seconds...the clock... the kiss...
I stand here searching for my soul mate, everything less is not for me. But I’m bound to break my own rules sooner or later.
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