I wonder if my life is on the brink of spiraling out of control or if I'm on the path to ascension...if there's such a thing.
I choose, however, to believe in the beauty.
But,
Can it get any better?
And could it get any worse?
What is my life for? Silly girl, you already know. Oh, I've answered this question long ago.
So, the proper question becomes, why am I powerless? Because I am so powerful. Why do I allow myself to be less..?
Am I mad? Do I admit it?
Or Am I so plain and boring and unbelievably normal that I'm stuck in limbo..
