Every step I take is a step towards oblivion, an unknown past, a merciless future
Counting the edges of the webbed stars on my hand is no more a task than defining my future,
Washed amongst the masses of sand and the overlooking glow of the ocean abyss.
But I AM no pessimist. Only a realist. A realist of infinite goals because hell, I AM ME.
And I AM infinite and no goddamn reality could ever tell me otherwise.
I AM the prick in my butt cheeks shooting me to the moon.
And no... I won't land amongst the stars.
I can't be made to be fit into another one of society's crippling sell outs, a fugazi.
I am Elizabeth in Pride and Prejudice, Daenerys Targaryen in Game of Thrones, a female samurai warrior, a strong, independent "yellow" woman who don't need no man.
I don't need anyone, just need me.
I AM simply me and myself only.
Because really, that's the funny thing.
I am the girl masking her fears, her struggles, her dread
Because if they knew,
If only, they knew.
I'd be a real human bean.