Why, hello, my old friend.
It’s been a while since you’ve felt my touch, you know what I mean by touch.
I can say honestly, that I have missed you so much.
I expressed to you my heart,
I expressed to you my fears, you saw my tears.
It feels great to be back,
I’ll be honest, I have changed so much.
While some despise change, I have embraced it, and enjoy it
I have found love, I have found esteem, happiness, knowledge, power.
Although all has been great, I have learned that I need you.
My creative outlet, I need you.
I sit in my usual spot
At this more than familiar place
In the company of faces,
all so beautiful, all so mysterious, all so ordinary.
I sit in this seat
as my eyes start to swell up
with tears aged a million years.
Amongst all that i know,
amongst all that is old,
amongst all that is comfortable;
why do i feel as if i dont know
the face I see everyday when i look
in the mirror.
Staring into what seems like darkness
gives me comfort.
with my thoughts,
with my imagination
brings me joy.
At that age where you’re frightened
that your thoughts….
And your imagination….
The trees are pink.
The sky is purple.
And the clouds can still be cotton candy
if you never let your imagination retire.
Life will go on.
You will succeed.
Your thoughts will always
be as vivid as you make them.
There’s a demon living inside everyone.
Don’t let it consume you.
Show it you are stronger.
YOU will win every fight.
Sure, we fall.
It’s apart of life.
But we get back up.
We are human, and there is nothing more beautiful.
We are human, and there is nothing more powerful.
We are human, and there is nothing more precious.
Why don’t people understand the word no?
It’s not rocket science.
It’s not fucking algebra.
It’s a two letter word that simply means NO.
for fucks sake!
It’s basic English!
It’s one of the first words children learn!
Is everything okay?
It’s been the best of times.
Its been the worst of times.
My eyes have become brighter,
My horizons have expanded wider,
my path, lighter.
My heart has been touched,
My hands a little rough,
My shell, more tough.
But my existence,
means more now than ever before.
is as free as it’ll ever be.
And my dreams,
escaping the clouds.
The sound of rain falling on my window pane
soothes me as I lay.
I’m not sure what it is about the rain
that makes me feel this way.
I’m not blue, nor yellow.
I’m right in between.
The rain cures my aching mind,
The thunder reminds me of my shame.
But when put together,
They relieve me of my pain.