wanderlust.

little me

little me,

you've so vigorously

dreamt of becoming a

beautiful girl,

fair skin,

eyes that shine even in the

darkest

of days.

a girl who had so much to

live for

you wanted to be a firefighter,

an

archeologist

a writer, an

artist all at

once

i'm sorry for letting you down.

i'm sorry but

m y eyes don't shine, they're quite

d i m

and i haven't much to live for.

i'm sorry but we've become a

nothing.