I don't know what I want, and I certainly do not know what I need.
I only know that I am the framed flowers pressed by my mother, I am the sailboats that my father dreams to someday build. I am the fire in your eyes, but I am the tears that sit there also. when you wake up on those days that the birds sing, I hope you think of me. when you're in the backseat of the car, staring out the window up at the night sky, I hope you'll be looking for me. you would be willing to climb so high to be one of those stars.

there's this feeling deep inside me that might be hope, but I'm not sure.