I don't have the slightest idea
of where I'm going,
nor of who I want to be,
nor of who I'll be tomorrow.
I don't know what I think of myself,
nor where I see myself in the future,
nor how to let go of heartache.
I have no clue how to love someone properly,
nor how to speak up for myself,
nor how to live while I'm young.
But what I do know is
I'm just a minuscule figment of the galaxy
and you're just as lost as I am,
and that feels like enough.
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 5:07 AM UTC
I don't have the slightest idea
of where I'm going,
nor of who I want to be,
nor of who I'll be tomorrow.
I don't know what I think of myself,
nor where I see myself in the future,
nor how to let go of heartache.
I have no clue how to love someone properly,
nor how to speak up for myself,
nor how to live while I'm young.
But what I do know is
I'm just a minuscule figment of the galaxy
and you're just as lost as I am,
and that feels like enough.
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