"the purpose of life is a life of purpose."
the most
i am
running out of breath
running out of luck
running out of hope
running out of love.
they tell me to
mind my manners
not mess around
look beautiful
agree to whatever they say.
but what really matters is
dreaming of tomorrow
bracing myself for the pain
thinking of the future
letting all the insults slide.
so i will
catch my breath
wait for luck
gather my hope
look for love.
but i know,
that i will never let go
of what matters the most.
YOU ARE READING
the musings of a wallflower
Poetry"that day, he came to me and pointed at the sky, saying, 'What a beautiful, beautiful moon.' but he was all i could see" i write of infinite dreams to escape harsh reality. shortlisted for wattys 2018
