i want to stand in a glass room,
i want to levitate, i want to be in the sky
i want to be surrounded by darkness,
and i want to scream.
no words, but full of meaning.
i want to scream all of the things that i’ve kept inside,
somethings that i don’t even know of
find their way deep into my stomach,
and i need them out,
i need them out because my hands can’t contain them anymore,
and my mind can’t contain them anymore,
i can’t move fast enough to write them all down.
why do people write like they're running out of time?
because they are,
there is no feeling like the feeling that im feeling right now,
this feeling of a galaxy exploding inside of me,
i don’t want to be contained,
i want to be bigger than my body,
i want to be the bass that shakes the ground,
i want to be the voice that is the sound of freedom,
i don’t need to advocate,
i just need to feel,
i don’t want technical terms,
i don’t want words.
words aren’t enough
NOTHING IS EVER ENOUGH
I NEED MORE TO EXPRESS WHAT I CAN'T CONTAIN
*nothing is ever enough
i need more to express what i can’t contain