“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me lay an invincible summer.” —Albert Camus
So I’m obsessed with this kid it’s fine
I was a singer. Not a very popular one. I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events, saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again. Sparkling and broken. but I didn’t really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is. When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how i’d been living, they asked me why. but there’s no use in talking to people who have a home, they have no idea what it’s like to seek safety in other people. For home to be wherever you lay your head. I was always an unusual girl. My mother told me I have a chameleon soul, with no moral compass pointing due North, no fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and wavering as the ocean. and if I said I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way, I’d be lying, because I was born to be the other woman. I belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone, who had nothing, who wanted everything. With a fire for every experience, and an obsession for freedom, that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about it. and it pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.
Ever since I was a child I’ve turned it over in my mind
I sang by the piano, tore my yellow dress and cried and cried and cried
and i dont wanna see what ive seen
to undo what has been done
turn off all the lights, let the morning come, come
now there’s green light in my eyes
and my lover on my mind
and Ill sing from the piano, tear my yellow dress and cry and cry and cry
over the love of you
Why did I let you happen to me when I know I’m moving in a few months. Reality just always sets back in. Always.
Give me love like never before, because lately I’ve been craving you more, and its been awhile but I still feel the same
maybe I should let you go
you know when you start to feel like somebody doesn’t like you as much as they once did