My fingers hover over my keyboard,
in desperate search of words,
Words, that would best describe
my complicated being.
Words, to tell you who I am,
Words, to speak of my dreams,
Words, to sing the thoughts that travel like comets.
My finger linger on letters,
Letters, to spell my woes,
Letters, to carry my glee.
I have yet ,to let my fingers free
Yet, to let them be see everything that’s me.
A 19 year old, student of Architecture, putting pen to paper or should I say finger to keyboard. Writing, drawing and scrambling through life, trying to figure out my way around this complicated maze of living and not just existing.
Or I’m just a pretentious, “Tumblr” wannabe 😀
CHANDELIER & SMOKE