Adulthood.

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I still don't understand about relationships or about life. Love continues to be an odd concept and humankind persists to disappoint me.

I do know I'm supposed to be an adult and I have learned to perform as one. I pretend to fulfill adult expectations, but I don't know how to be one.

I continue to dream. I continue to dream about a just, better world. A world where I can be myself, where I can love without the fear of rejection, where I can express my true self without the risk of judgment.

I want to dismantle social obligations. I want to dance without music, cry without feeling sad, be vulnerable without being perceived as weak.

Call me naive, but I still want to be and I will never cease to aspire for a happier existence, for me and for all.