My prayers to whoever will listen when it’s passed my curfew

Overpowering patchouli smelling wrists that make me feel earthy

And new

How my heart skips a beat at every video of a sunrise with low-fi music in the background

My desire to take pictures of everything I find beautiful

And speechless

My hidden struggles of tear-stained pillows and a hint of yesterday's mascara

Pages unread in books I’ve mistreated and put down because things got in my way

Including myself

My fascination with everything and never feeling fulfilled when I’m learning

The overwhelming feeling I get from waking up as a human on this ship

Called home

Preaching my positivity and hoping anyone will listen

Wanting to help every creature who walks this planet

Even the voiceless

My fear of failure and death

But my love for living and experiencing

Intertwined chaotically

The fear of missing out because I got nine hours of sleep

The fear of missing out because I can’t afford to go to France

The fear of missing out because everyone else is beautiful

The fear of not being myself

The fear of never finding myself

The fear that I am myself

And more