They will not force us /
They will stop degrading us /
They will not control us /
We will be victorious.
I love stepping on dead leaves, sleeping in on a rainy afternoon, sitting at Starbucks with my IPod, soft textures, caramel frapp, heartfelt hugs, psychedlic colours, neon lights, being underwater, dancing.
The word "I" has become hard to define, so don't ask me who I am because I don't know myself.