Maybe one day I'll find the person that keeps my feet on the ground and my head out of the clouds.
Maybe I'll finally find the person I'm meant to know.
Until I find that person I'm going to wish on shooting stars, watch for 11:11, and keep my head and heart in the clouds.
I'll keep my soul young and a smile continuously looped on my features.
I want to feel alive as I scream from atop a mountain.
I want to make snow angels and watch the snow fall.
I want to rake a pile of leaves and then jump in them.
I want to be that normal child that everyone looks over.
But I also want to be that extraordinary child that everyone points and smiles at.
And some days I want to be the shunned child that is cast away in a dim corner.
I have so many personalities that it hurts my head.
