Real Human Bean

Wed, 08/26/2015 - 22:47 -- athens5

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.

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. 

 

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