You breathed me. You sucked me in this whole infatuation. Was it? Was it this or something else? My head cannot still wrap itself around this idea of one. Maybe like an anime, I’m stuck in a another world.
am a maid in a cafe, a girl with pink braids under a neon sign, a girl in a big pink flowy dress waiting on a bridge, a girl with black trousers, a t-shirt and a dirty big backpack, buying her ticket to the next destination, or just someone who believed.
I am everything I was, everything I never thought I’d be, and everything that I don’t know I’ll be. And this quest, it’s endless.
You feel you’re suffocating. There’s no end game.