I am structure full of demise, standing at the top of an uphill wanting with downhill desires. The irony i must say, but I speak nothing but my bare emotions currently driving in the middle of the road at 2 am. If i were a city, i would have been a weeping kind with an old fashion sense filled with empty diners still lighting up the streets at night. I would be the muse of every love song in every radio station. I would fill museums with my image and i would own every heart that stares. Only i don’t want to be a city. Or a muse. Or an art. I want to become, without ever being one of society’s expectation or my parent’s dream. I want to become. No pressure. No expectation. No rush. To live at the continuity bridging to all the possibilities out there, that’d be lovely.
