witnessing your life, so chaotic, full of lights and other
clapping sounds, i wonder
if i will ever lead one life. one life only.
pick your moments and go to work.
find your solace and indulge on the weekend.
i can't live as a human in a museum, wings pinned to the walls so they won't flutter too close to the exit i
won't accept the deal
that makes me singular instead of happy.