do you want to be important?

I have big dreams and my shoulders are getting so heavy from carrying them around all the time. That's how it has always been for me, I carry them around until I get too tired and I stop to rest and I end up forgetting them next to the oak trees. When I was five all I wanted was to be a dancer, and to look pretty in that pale pink, and to make sure I did not talk too loud. I was always so worried about the volume of my voice. I'd stretch my arm like a hook, and with my palm up, with the music speeding and then falling, I'd raise my head. But soon, time started speeding and never falling. I forgot about dancing, and those gentle slippers got too tight. I left them behind. Now, I'm eighteen and a half and I'm wondering, 5 years from now, Will I have already left my camera behind, will ink be the only thing left? Will it be on my skin?

I want a tiny place to live and maybe roof access, good people, a bottle of wine, and a box of cigarettes. Tell me you will stay to see it.

I tried to dye my hair yesterday, but I am invincible to unnatural change.

Time will tell.