Aimless

There is a girl who lives in the spaces of paper

She gets up in the morning

She tries to keep moving

But in the end she won’t bother

Sometimes, you’ll see her out of her binder

Mixed in the unfamiliarity of the world

She floats with the wind

You’ll feel her, here and there

She’s fond of playing games

She hides when no one seeks

Runs when no one chases

Her heart dark in abyss

There’s a girl who lives in the spaces of paper

She get’s up in the morning

She tries to keep moving

But her heart barely beating