Easily infatuated
With beautiful bodies,
And sharp curious minds.

Longing to peer closer
at those startling star-lit eyes--
brief moments and motions captured on a page...

Je veux comprendre.

Anyway. Just because you believe in something it doesn't mean that anything will come of it. Sometimes you suffer great misfortune for believing in something too much. There are times that's it's tough to believe in anything at all.

She loves being alone, she really does.
Does one truly enjoy solitude?
A word accompanied by such a dreadful, negative connotation?
She always claimed to be a loner by choice,
but was she really?
Did she really have a choice?
Or was it simply a mutual understanding,
that she was not wanted or cared for?
Alienation is simply a form of self-defence.
She shut her doors to save herself.
She loves being alone, she really does.

There are too many things I want in life, small and big. I want to be able to wake up everyday and eat breakfast at home. I want to take my time and get ready to my favourite music. I want to love the view of my backyard and appreciate how pretty the blooming flowers are. I want to drive to school with a positive attitude, eager and excited to attain the knowledge that awaits me. I want to interact with new people, new people everyday. I want to visit different restaurants and try the dishes I never took the risk to try. I want to walk around the city as if I own it. I want to be noticed, valued, and understood. Everyday I am running towards these goals, and although it seems as if I am barely moving, it is only right if I die trying.
Right now I am drowning in misery, but one day I will be happy.

Nights like these
I feel soft, spineless
Lilies growing in my liver
Wingless, tethered to my bed post
Body one with the sheets,
One with the waxen moon
The lonesome crescent
That knows what it’s like to sleep alone,
That knows the phantom ache
Of being dissevered
From its gibbous lover