Suspended in nothing too dramatic. Leads me wanting dissonance. My fulfillment is often sporadic. Trying to hit my resonance. . Nothing is yours. Don't get caught up.
Sometime soon I think I'll find my place. Never fit into the mold I was given. But am I too afraid to find out what I am?. Or is there something in. My way that I don't know about?.
Waking in this state. The world seems strange to me. How can something so beautiful. Shine on something so dreadful?. Realized this too late. . You sell them short for what they are.