Sometimes I feel like I'm going to [ ], living in this tiptoe of a space. Watching everyone around me slip quietly into this contented acquiescence that I refuse to hold hands with. Because I want to live in the shimmering lights of the always crashing ocean. Finding freedom in the violence of an eternal ebb and flow. To be the crashing chandelier. The gasp. The fall. The twinkling of a thousand glass pieces skidding towards something so disastrous; something so irreparable; something so magical. But these days I feel encaged by a collective effort towards normalcy. The rumble in the stillness. I need to be free I need to be free I need to be free. Soon, I will pop like distant fireworks across the charcoal sky. A burst of wild colors and fire that makes no sound.
"I want to go places and see people. I want my mind to grow. I want to live where things happen on a big scale.”- F. Scott Fitzgerald
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I think the last one in this picture that white hat is nice.
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