"Boy, your touches leave me mystified
I wish I could believe you
Yes It's all false love and affection
You don't want me you just like the attention
I'm not your toy
This isn't another girl meets boy."
"I won't let you turn around
And tell me now, I'm much too proud
To walk away from something when it's dead."
So I thought about making a wish, as if He was here and listened to me:
In my next life, I wish to breath in a form of a jellyfish. I want to wander around in the deep blue ocean. I want to go from here to there aimlessly and flawlessly.
I want to inhale and exhale in a form of beauty.
I want to live a life with no anxiety. No thought. No desire.
And if my wish came true, that would be nice.
But for now, when I'm breathing in a human form; when there are thousands of thoughts flying in and out my brain; when my eyes see and my ears hear good, bad, and many things in between; I promise I will live fully as a human-being. It's for now.
May, please be gentle.