I want to live—
not that I want to be a escapee,
rather I want
to be the kind that—
If I were a pencil,
let me be the sharpest tip.
If I were a race,
let me be the fastest stride.
If I were a wing,
let me reach the highest air.
If I were a fragrance,
let me be the softest trace
that lingers.
I only want —
to live
in the truest shape
of the life I chose.
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 1:22 PM UTC
I want to live—
not that I want to be a escapee,
rather I want
to be the kind that—
If I were a pencil,
let me be the sharpest tip.
If I were a race,
let me be the fastest stride.
If I were a wing,
let me reach the highest air.
If I were a fragrance,
let me be the softest trace
that lingers.
I only want —
to live
in the truest shape
of the life I chose.
My actions are falling far behind my aspirations....
