I am the rushed customer, who hates slowing down the line.
I am the loud music at three AM, waiting for a sign.
I am watching the moonlight glisten, and the sun start to set.
I am polaroid cameras, and memories I can’t forget.
I am always listening, so that someone is always heard.
I am the bizarre and comedic friend, who’s just a little disturbed.
I am the girl who talks about planets, and how their energy impacts us all.
I am the girl who incessantly feels fear, but is never scared to fall.
I am a heavy soul, crushing the bones in my body.
I am black lipstick and sunflowers, with an essence that’s sort of Godly.
I am the daughter of a single mother, who’s as beautiful as me.
I am abandonment, neglect, and sorrow.
I am the visionary optimist, waiting for something to see.
I am neon colors, and nude women portraits on the wall.
I am pens, paint brushes, and paper.
I am laying in bed, hoping for a call.
I am lonely, brave, and scared.
I’m not sure which way to go.
I am someone who was born to love, with all her heart and soul.
I am the only child, who thinks affection is weird.
I am the awkward hugs, the red cheeks, and the burning, shy, hot ears.
I am secrets within, stories that I can’t tell.
I am a full moon baby, searching for a spell.
