I think my cellulite are hot.

I am terrified of life,
I am terrified of love,
I am terrified of connection,
I am terrified of exposure.

I am weak.
Weak in handling life, love, connection and exposure.

Every now and then,
I tried,
I tried harder,
I tried even harder to show my existence.
Existence that would seems to fade away.
Like a dust, being blown away.
Fly now,
fly away,
my little fame.