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I crave

a life so much greater than my own

a place far away that nobody knows

a secret that is mine alone to keep

an adventure that pulls me in so deep

to soar into the clouds so high

to be happy somewhere outside my mind

to figure out why there's a million different ways to say hello

but only a few words for goodbye

to stop myself from lying

to forbid myself from crying

and finally, lastly, a hope so pure

I crave an end to wanting more

- i suppose i ask for too much

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