#servingwhileitshot

I’m afraid of small spaces

Suffocating and constricting

I like movies that are slow paced

Stories that demand real feelings

I cry over other people’s heart ache

Like they were my own pain

I struggle to understand my own

I’d rather dance like a fool in the rain

I live for those random moments

Conversations over coffee cups

I still dream of great travels and loves

When the world seemed to have given up

I don’t know how to reply to questions like,

“Why do you look at me that way?”

I’d rather not confront my emotions

And learned to just walk away

I’m a romantic who has fallen

For the Man on the Moon

The coward who collects space hugs

Who’s always mistaken as a baffoon

I am never who I was last year or last month

Nor am I the person you met thirty minutes ago,

I could never figure out where I am or who I was