in your space and somewhere else waiting for some commodity.
a partner, a love, some thing more because we are told that we are not enough. and until we find them we are not complete. we are not whole
Our lives do not start until we find someone else to live for.
but i love spending the nights beating in bed. in the arms of a new lover that may not stay forever. I love music, passion, and going where the wind blows me. i love holding onto myself.
I'm striving to be unapologetically me. in a world telling me that i am less.