insecurity

Should I run or should I hide. I can’t be anything or anyone but just me. I am strong. I am beautiful. I am committed. I am honest. I am persistent. I know what I want. I know how to get it. I don’t always get what I want. Do we leave behind what we don’t want? Could it be what we really need? Probably.

She walks past him everyday, at the same time, in the same hallway. She hides her stomach with her books, hides her eyes with her hair. She looks to the ground as she passes him. But he still sees her. He still sees her flash a radiant blue gaze at him. Her cheeks turn red every time, the corners of her mouth always slightly curve up, but only for a second. Her heart beats an extra beat in that moment. Her limbs are burning, only for a moment. Only for that moment.

Let dreams be dreams. Let me be me. So I can see what you have for me. Life goes by. Things collide. But in the end it will be alright. Let dreams be dreams. Don’t let life pass by. Stand up for what you know is right. Because everything will be alright.