Jun 2018
I hope you don't seep through my fingers like water
I hope you don't disappear like cotton candy in the wind
I hope you don't crumble like the powdery remains of a pillar
I hope you don't burn out like a dying candle
I hope you don't dissolve into the night like a black cat
New girl in the city
I hope I make it
I hope you don't disappear like cotton candy in the wind
I hope you don't crumble like the powdery remains of a pillar
I hope you don't burn out like a dying candle
I hope you don't dissolve into the night like a black cat
New girl in the city
I hope I make it
It's hard to make it with a negative headspace. At times I think very little of me. Chasing a life I have wanted forever. Now that I am closer, doubts and insecurities takeover.
