This is how it feels like to hover between the lines of black and white.

What am I? I wished (for once) I’ll be able to grasp myself before I slip past my fingers and morph into something else entirely. I’ve never been good at knowing who I am and what I want, no matter how ironic it sounds. I would, however, love to know what the hell is going on. I (whoever I am) want to be the priority, having options.

It just grounds down to the fact that I don’t want to end up chasing rainbows again.