Some day, I'm going to become the world.
But for now I'd like to walk so lightly and beautifully upon this earth. I'd like to flee myself from gravity and know what the distorted arms of heaven feel like.
Some day, my insides will be colored in all shades of purple, because it's my happy color. But for now, I'd like them to be nothing but opaque and have the universe paint them later.
I wish I could become phenomenal as I reach out for the sky.
I'm not a fictional character some drunk author would write about, I'm not made for books, but I have my ways.
Some day, I'm going to breathe like never before. But for now, I shall only blossom.
There is so much to learn yet so much to remain unknown.
The world is too huge, the earth is too round, I am too small, my eyes are too brown, and the night will swallow us whole.
The stars, my stars, speak only of love and drunken fear; they're too bright for a night sky and too weary for a wanderer like myself.
I confide in untraveled roads and despise the one-way streets because I believe in second chances like I believe in God.
Some day, I'm going to become a road I trust blindly
But for now, watch me as I burn down the church of sins that I think I am.
I speak of myself like no one knows me better, and I use the letter I a lot. However, they do know me better. People see through us when they learn too much about the iridescence of our being, and I think I've shown that just enough.
So some day, I am going to admit that I am iridescent in every way one could be.
But for now, let me be nothing, nothing but a void.
Isn't this how the world was created anyway?
