sometimes i feel like this lifetime
will never be enough
to fill the gaps of my little hands
when leaning against each other,
fingers intertwined.
i feel like i still need more years
to achieve the roles that i want to play,
because i can’t be a witch
and a nun at the same time.
i can’t sing and play for gigs
when i need to focus on my studies.
i want to be a lawbreaker,
but implement them.
i want to be there,
and be present here too.
i want to move and leave,
but staying still is a must.
this lifetime is just too short
for all the lives that i want to live,
for all the moments that i want to take,
for all the dreams that i want to pursue.
and the thought that i will be
just someone, and nothing more than
that title, frustrates me
because i want to be the world,
and also be the people living in it.
YOU ARE READING
Found This Book Somewhere In The Forest
Poetry"Talk to my soul later midnight, when the moon's at its peak. That's the only way of communication that I know, because my physical lips will stutter if I told you about how I want to tear my human skin apart and go out."
