I sometimes feel weighed down by expectations. My own, others...
I get tired of being compartmentalized, weary of knowing that there is, in all probability, no looking beyond. It starts with having 3 cars parked in your garage. People ask me, I duck my head and mumble, their lips curl in an 'oohhh, rich girl' expression. Can a figure be seen sans a background? Can I hang in mid-air without pre-sketched lines behind me?
That's where The Drifter came from.....
2 comments:
I feel the exactly the same very often. People are just waiting to put labels n tags on u. I hate it, most of the time. But then i look at the brighter side. And i try to feel ok. And it is. No one is happy with what they have...but we'll try and we'll be ok. :)
tia..give them a damn..if they curl their lips n tht way..u rem the time u used to walk home from school...ppl dont understand one thing these days...the cars in the garage,n the garage itself is not ours...we r yet to earn it..love u..hugs..
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