31 July 2012
Sometimes I feel isolated, I'm so on my own. The world is moving quickly, swift. Yet I am all alone.
Everybody's on fast forward, So in tune, in sync. And I just stand amidst it all, I don't know what to think.
Life's a blur of coloured motion, Except for where I stand. Waiting for this rollercoaster, To, at some point, land.
Decisions, expectations flood, And yet I feel so small. Inconsequential little girl, How do I stand tall?
Small Girl, Tall World. • Opuss № I