I’m so confused
Part of me wants to be an ethereal goddess who wears beautiful ballroom dresses with glitter adorning them as if they were stars, my nails painted dark purple and black to match the void which would fall from my finger tips as I created worlds in my hands, my hair flowy and wavy as if I was floating weightless in space, warmly greeting and entertaining dignified members of society with my “old soul” ways, elegant parties, and endless charity to those who seek my help
Then another part of me wants to be a lovey-dovey, joyous angel who wears pretty pink flower crowns, white flowy dresses, crystals on a golden chain adorning my neck, walking barefoot through the grass on a bright summer’s day, with shades of pink, white, and gold adoring my face in soft makeup, my hair in soft curls as I dance with the butterflies in the breeze, bringing a smile and warmth to others as I pass by, handing out wildflowers I found on my walk
But then a third part creeps up and begs for the comfort of the darkness, wanting to wear tattered black jeans, with black combat boots strapped to my feet, a sleeveless crop top covering my chest as a leather jacket drapes carelessly over my shoulders, the smoke of a cigarette wifts through the air as my ruby red lips hold onto it, eyes adorned in smokey eyeshadow and thick cat-like eyeliner, my hair spiked up and to the side, part of my head shaved and exposed, with tattoos and piercings galore
