I exist in maybes.
I'm a person of second chances.
Putting people in an ethereal light.
"Maybe they did not mean it that way."
Even if it hurts.
I live in wishes.
I wish for a life filled with peace.
Considering my reality? That's absurd. I know.
I guess that cottage in the suburbs is not mine to have.
I dream of miracles.
One where I write nonstop.
Financial freedom and quiet nights.
I said "dream."
It's not gonna happen anyway.
Dreaming is what I have.
I trust karma.
But even that betrays me sometimes.
I won't call myself a saint.
But I try to be good.
I don't know if it's enough.
Or maybe there is just little good left in this world to go around.
I believe in you.
I'm not okay, I won't lie.
But I hope you are.
Cheer yourself on.
Dream big.
Be good.
Wishes might come true, just not wearing the same stars we were expecting.