The rose tinted glasses weren't enough for me.
I believe in you. I want to believe in me. I'm a bundle of contradictions. Aspiring to be set free. I want to receive. I want to give. To let life flow through me; to simply breathe.
A paradox. A window. A broken dream.
Black and white and everything in between. Overflowing yet longing. Fresh but unclean. These words, they don't quite capture what I mean or what I see. I'm me, I'm me, I'm me! Whatever that turns out to be.