i always thought i would grow tall

but this did not come true at all

in fact i'm smaller than before

the search for love became a bore

i want to feel, i want to know

i want to love, i want to grow

i want to see, i want to care

but now i only see you stare

i want to hide beneath your skin

i want to feel it, let me in

i have a detailed fantasy

of a shared kiss beneath the tree...

I don't understand it

They are just toys

But some are for girls

and some are for boys

I don't understand it

I just want to know

What it would be like

In my own little home

We talked about colours

And I prefer pink

They thought I was joking

But that's what I think

I don't like big fights

I don't like trucks and cars

I like pretty fairytales

And cute popstars

I wish I could like what I want with...

When I go outside, the first thing I see

Is my trampoline right behind the old tree

I climb the tree often, it makes me feel tall

Never too high, I'm afraid I might fall

Sometimes in the summer I'll play hide and seek

And meet all my friends at the end of the creek

I know all the spots, so I always win

Until it gets dark and my mom says “come in”...

i felt alive for a bit.

why is he riding a bike?

no idea

no information

i have to accept it

it could be the desert

or the rising sun

it is likely the guilt

of seeing him drive away

without worries

to me, at least

since i don't know him

i only know yellow

it's all i ever knew

all i can see

and wonder about

and wander about...

my heart was full and way too busy

carrying my trembling feet

“stand right next to me” i pleaded

once i turned around the sheet

bright screen lights from everywhere

but i'm doing what i must

faces blurry from the vision

other people set for us

grabbing at you like a straw

sorry i'm a mess right now

all of this is way too much

but there's no way to back out

breath is catching in my throat

and su...

I've always been lightly out of place.

Displaced in everybody's minds.

As something I never was and never will be.

You carefully watched me, each time I grew.

In contrast to yours, my wings aren't blue.

The light, unlike yours, shone not as a force.

Instead it came from an external source.

I flew; unlike you, I had no clear goal.

You were so pretty when I saw you sleep.

Symmetrical, perfect, a d...

Two friends were meeting in the local mall. They hadn’t seen each other in a long time, and the boy, Ben, sat on a bench while waiting for his friend Mary to arrive.

“Hey”, she squealed.

“I missed you.”

Ben was shaking, as the voice of his dearest friend echoed through his senses, numbing them.

He has never been good with responding to people. With words. Even when it was Mary. The person he e...