I want to know myself so bad it hurts. I am a shelf holding unread books. I’ve said goodbye so many times in my life, I’m surprised it’s still so hard for me to see that I should start living my life or I will die unfulfilled and empty.
There’s got to be more than this I don’t want to just exist as a hollow house for bones.
I smile as I lose control.
This weightless is such a gift
‘cause gravity has lost it’s hold.