Frozen time feels like a heartbeat Quickly the time passes A beat, or two You can never really tell Sometimes I hear three beats Others I hear none Until one day, a rhythm appeared.

Not the normal crotchet rhythm This new, different A crotchet A quaver A semiquaver A demisemiquaver

The drum gets faster The heartbeat speeds up My lungs grasp onto passing breath Like a kid in a candy shop

I want more air I NEED more air Until I don’t.

My lungs are no longer grasping for air I feel revived Or I would, if I was alive.

Belonging is a sense of place in society. An idea of where you fit in. It is not belonging to someone, you are not an object.

I didn’t want to tell them what was going on in my head I wanted to keep it quiet I didn’t want to say their name I wanted to keep it private I didn’t want to confess I wanted to take this to my grave

In this city lies my dreams. I’ve always loved the water, people have often told me I look a bit like a mermaid. Wether that’s because of my long, crimson red hair or my jealous green eyes. I wish I was someone else, I wish I could go there. I wish I wasn’t allergic to water.

The road to happiness is a road with many turn offs. You must face each one; fear, failure, and sadness before you make it to the road of happiness.

Excitement in my throat Joy in my heart Laughter on my tongue Happiness in my head Energy in my legs Thrill on my mind Eager for what comes next

The sky full of stars used to brighten space I looked up and had a tearful expression on my face I wonder what happened to those stars If they were lost, or maybe travelled too far The sky of stars now seems dead and cold A place once so magical now hurt to behold

Hunger fills my stomach with daydreaming in my head Tiredness fills my brain with thoughts of my bed Boredom fills my hands from holding the pointed led Sleep fills my eyes from all the words I have read Regret fills my conscious and replays what I said Voices fill my ears like a needle and thread Fatigue fills my legs and I cannot go ahead Today feels like forever, and I’m as good as dead

Endless starry nights. I come here often to forget the present, past and future. I want to get away. I need to get away. I rest my head on the armchair’s neck and close my eyes. The swish of the water beneath me is calming. This is where I feel safe. Where I belong. The people out there, they don’t understand me. I am accepted here.

Her laughter spread from mouth to mouth Like an infectious disease Her positivity spread from soul to soul mainly to please Her happiness spread from heart to heart Like playing a game with ease Her death spread from mind to mind Like an endless time freeze