People ask, where do I wanna be
What do I wanna do
Where do I wanna end up
And I don’t fucking know
I feel like a Toy Story toy, I’m nothing without someone else playing with me, putting me in construed situations, pulling my strings, I’m happiest and most myself when I can go limp and silent in their hands and at the end of the day be put back in my place
My selfhood and my drive, my determination and my will, my so-called creativity, all are brief battles
Tumultuous unguided and unpredictable bursts that only […]