Running away from my nightmares, afraid that reality would soon catch on to me. I always seek the impossible, though in life, I'm a person who wants everything simple. Everybody says I'm a girl like any other, full of secrets and lies to fill the gaps in life, but in truth, I'm a girl who wants out, on everything.
No matter how much I want to fly, I run instead. Wishing for freedom to become my own person, while I walk on a carved path, just a mere shadow of someone else. I'm like a caged bird, a puppet with strings, yearning to be set free, to spread my wings.
So, hear my plea and set me free.
But such a dream cannot come true, because my fate is destined. Like a dandelion, nobody loves me, nor do they care, because my existence is just a decoration, just to fill an empty space in life. I'm not a cat who basks in the sunlight; sleek, strong, and beautiful. I'm not a daffodil on a prairie; fair, nice, and honest. I'm just a dandelion, filled with hopes and dreams. So let my words be my wings; let the wind carry me.
Watch me fly.
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