~paintapictureonawall

i could say a lot of things.
but i don't say many things at all.
i'd really rather not tell lies.

I'd rather take photographs, paint or draw or play my drums till my ears ring or running so fast that i can't breathe.

Maybe someday i'll grow wings.

i have no faith, i don't believe in all these things these people say. All i know is that i'm here. And so are all of you, and you better make the most of it because it won't last.

I want it all though. I want to be young and beautifully vivacious, and i want to grow old and have wrinkles and grey hair in a long braid down my back. I want short hair, i want long hair, i want love, i want hate i want to be completely broken and then put back together again. I want to be the best person possible, i want to help people, i want to make things that mean something to someone, i want to jump off a cliff and be bounced back up again, i want to be free.