sometimes the best thing we can do is just sit down and breathe for a minute.
All my life I have lived in the same place, growing up with the same fig trees, in the same powder blue house, on the same road. For nine years, I only knew the same classmates, the same school. I thought it would be different when I moved on, you know? And yet here I am, still in the same busy city, the same powder blue house, the same childish bedroom; older, but no different.
I want to live, but I cannot. Because I am too young. Because I am too small. Because, because, because my parents say I cannot, creating excuses like a spider weaves webs. I am stuck, stagnant air filling my brain, thoughts and fantasies of creation swirling around in mind, stacks and stacks of lists of projects that will never be brought to fruition.
Another unsatisfactory day, filled with absolutely nothing, because that's all I seem to be doing lately. Nothing.
sigh.
I want to live, but I cannot. Because I am too young. Because I am too small. Because, because, because my parents say I cannot, creating excuses like a spider weaves webs. I am stuck, stagnant air filling my brain, thoughts and fantasies of creation swirling around in mind, stacks and stacks of lists of projects that will never be brought to fruition.
Another unsatisfactory day, filled with absolutely nothing, because that's all I seem to be doing lately. Nothing.
sigh.