Tuesday, September 21

Years burnt.


in the morning while brushing my teeth, i looked at myself in the mirror. i saw someone without passion or a girl with dreams trapped in a body of a coward. lucky i had foams in my mouth or i'd scream to my reflection. i envy people with dreams, who have a clear picture of what they wanted to be. when i sleep, i spread my arms and legs wide where i completely gave in and surrender. my body was sinking into my bed. it went floating too.

sleep: if that's my only definition of passion.

i hope not.

i know it's not.