I belong here.
Maybe not in this exact place, but on this world I'm sure.
And I have a right to exist.
To float and drift ashore
Or sail out past the waves and drift some more.
And I'm not good at conveying this physically
I stammer and forget what to say
And I panic and shake
Which makes me worry for days
And drives me near insane.
Maybe I don't stand up straight
And I plan out what to do
And what to say, what to look like
Sometimes I'm scared to move,
But I have days where I'm kind of confident, and get things done and that motivates me to improve.
Even if it's only for a bit.
20.11.15
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Paintbox
PoesíaPoems from the inner corners of my brain, under my nails and the end of my paintbrush.
