a million tiny feathers

the world in your head is never what it really is, but you don't know what you want anyway and you try so hard and accomplish so little and no one notices you but you try not to care and you try and hide your insecurities instead of trying to embrace them I am a million tiny feathers you have no idea what I've been through I was tame and now I am wild I have become something I never imagined for myself I have become something I've never wanted to be never dreamed of being it feels so good to be alive and on top but I cry but I have so little but I'll become my parents and no matter what I do I'm always myself because you can never hide because you will always find yourself and you don't need to run away and you don't need to go to Europe you are always with yourself and you always act like yourself you just don't act how others envision you acting and it's not your job to act how other people picture you because they don't act how you picture them and you can hide and you can cry and you can sleep it all away but eventually you will find yourself and they will tell you they can tame you, that they own you, that they will freeze you and break you, but I am the ocean. I will spread myself like wings. I am a million tiny feathers. You have no idea what's happened to me.

2 Response to "a million tiny feathers"

  1. Arka says:

    This sounds like something I wrote once, except, like, coherent and good.

    You're pretty amazing <3

    Anonymous says:

    wait, the last part is from a dave eggers short story called "the only meaning of the oil-wet water"- on purpose?

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