carrying the weights of bad decisions
of society. of me. Working towards a goal someone else chose for me. Following, following without knowing
where I'm going.
A swarm of grey fish swimming in the same direction. Everyone is wearing a mask they coloured. Pretending not to be grey.
I look at a flower growing through the pavement. One second of distraction and the swarm passed by me. So focused on the unknown future. Afraid of failure and afraid of not having lived.
Torn between what seems to be right and what my heart is telling me.
"What if?", my worries ask me. I'm dressing in grey. I try to fit in. But light is shining through me.
Always a little too slow. A little too dreamy. A little too real for this world.
"So what if?, my dreams ask me. I take of the grey and dress in bright yellow. Afraid but ready to jump. Embracing the flaws, embracing the failures as long as they're part of me.