Come closer...
And you can hear the pin drop.
I felt like I needed to come here, to feed my soul. To see people that I needed to see.
But instead I feel reduced.
I think that in banking my self worth on people and circumstance around me, Ive lost sight of me.
Not like it should be at all that dramatic. But in this weird interim of non-action I feel that my potential is laying dormant, suffocating in all of my dayindayout.
And as people blossom around me, the more I feel like another weed.
I felt like I needed to come here, to feed my soul. To see people that I needed to see.
But instead I feel reduced.
I think that in banking my self worth on people and circumstance around me, Ive lost sight of me.
Not like it should be at all that dramatic. But in this weird interim of non-action I feel that my potential is laying dormant, suffocating in all of my dayindayout.
And as people blossom around me, the more I feel like another weed.