Sometimes, I can't see what I'm looking for.
Is it the life of a traveler, with dreams of becoming someone.
Is it the life of a dreamer, with plans of a creator.
Is it the life of a liar, with the face of a happy girl.
Is it the life of a baker, with the smile of a musician.
Who am I anyway?
Do I even seek something, or isn't life just a drag where you keep pulling yourself through times when you'd rather not live anymore.
Why am I even doing this.
|Brooklyn's too cold tonight, and all my friends are three years away.|
My mother said I could be anything I wanted, but I chose to live.
-Ocean Vuong, 'Thanksgiving 2006', from Night sky with exit wounds
Picture Credits- Katharina Sophia