ok, so you forgot a little again.

i'm trying to take up less and less space, but more and more room. i'm trying to go more places. i'm trying to cling to less and less things. i'm trying to leave fewer and fewer traces. i'm invisible, like the wind, but i come in huge gusts and then linger for the rest of the afternoon. i'm tired of being all shiny and new. i'm tired of being what you want me to be. i just sit off to the side and watch. and i was tired of being at odds with me.