Wild Horses

It's hard losing friends. All I have now is Elisa, and Catherine. Even my sister seems so far away.

I wonder, should I complain about not getting any attention? Or about not being able to like anyone? Or being so naive in my innocence, worn so proudly like a badge of white pinned to my sleeve?

I think life would be so much easier if I could carry music around in my pocket. Honestly. It'd be like having a soundtrack to my life, and I wouldn't feel so alone. I'd be like girl under a tree with a book alone, but the music in my ears would fill the space in my heart and I'd feel so okay.


"Wild horses couldn't drag me away..."