It’s about to be raining but I’m not sure whether is today or any other day along. I long I could finally find a path where I could flow through myself and my pushing-ups.
It’s about to be a morning light in few minutes from now. I’m sure that is coming about to show who is really devoted.
No one could ever tell anybody what one’s supposed to do. No one could ever find out what is that ones feeling above.
I could dance all through the night a strange rhythm or the sweetest lullaby. But, I’m not a dancer. I could play whatever it passes me by, still I won’t be a faker.
It’s about to be coming what’s deserved. But, I’m waiting for it reasonably. I know for the rest of the world I’m the sensitive girl… but, is that I’m willing for?
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