I think I have a name. Birthday ~ February 27th Zodiac ~ Pisces With goldfish eyes, I watch with endless wonder of a youth. Maybe I'll fall into the water and drown for awhile.
You have been building these walls
and you’re running out of air.
You tell yourself
it wasn’t meant to turn out like this
because it wasn’t.
There’s a howling in your chest
that just won’t quiet down
but it’s the only thing that keeps you going.
You have forgotten
what the sun looks like,
that the horizon is never-ending,
how the sky embodies every feeling of blue.
It wasn’t meant to turn out like this.
Tell me, what do you do when
there’s no air left in you?
We were never taught
how to breathe.