Nowadays, the world feels like a runway to me,
I'm strutting gracefully
And my music is always in the air.
I feel like a dollar bill
Weightless, lifeless yet valuable.
Is this how to do it?
Why does my heart pace when I look in the mirror?
When people say love yourself,
Is this what they mean?
Or do they mean bring heaven and hell
And install gravity?
Cos this is how I feel...disbanded but at peace.
©Sunshine
