i'm waiting for something, i think.
smoke pushes against my skin
like a balloon rising above gray
clouds. but with that glazed eye,
i fear i'm losing my fear.
fear of failure, fear
of forgetting
the person i need
to be.
i need to be
good. i fear i am no good.
good.
...
may my smoke rings prove halos?
BINABASA MO ANG
Lemon
Poetrythis is the story of a girl who's not so young anymore, but hasn't quite gotten used to being older. it's a story of looking at everyone else and looking at yourself and wondering "why can't i be happy?" it's a story about finding meaning in unexpec...
