Does a drop of water know What larger purpose it will serve? Can it feel the river flow? Can it feel the ocean surge?

Or do drops of water drift Blind to their own place? Their fate in constant shift, Certainty a foolish chase?

Can a person really know What larger purpose they will serve? Or are they lost, unable to slow And take time to observe?

For one For all Love is within us all One can be alone Souls cannot stand the pain Eventually Love brings us together Love unlocks souls door And with the doors open We are free to create love And move the world

I hate growing up because I missed the hold me that liked the girl in the mirror. I hate growing up because it’s hard. Life is hard. It takes over. I hate growing up because I was happier before I knew what depression even was I hate growing up because I want to live in the past I hate growing up because I’m scared of the future, but mostly I hate growing up because I had always pictured us doing it together and all my life. I had never thought you would leave. I hate growing up because I understood what it meant to lose you. I hate it because through my tears I had to watch people warn you. I had to watch my family break. I hate growing up because I can’t be in a world without you. I hate going up because I don’t live in fairytales anymore and said I have to live and in reality where you are gone I hate growing up because I have to act like nothing ever happened like you didn’t die like I didn’t watch my cousin go 6 feet in the ground. I hate growing up because I feel guilty doing it without you. I hate growing up because I don’t wanna grow up without you

i have a deep desire to be a good person

to imrove someones life

the world

save someones life

i feel guilty if i scroll past the video of a dyind pet begging for money to fund life-saving surgery

i dont regret it when i give all my cash to the people on the street who need it more than me

i wish that i picked up every piece of trash i saw on my walks

i didnt. i should have

every time i think of a compliment, i feel itd be a hateful thing to not share out loud.

if someone looks beautiful they should know

if everyone had the same desires as me and the power to wct on those, this world would be run by women

We are born as broken pieces, Fractured stars, Clutching our corners, Thinking the world ends at the edges Of our own skin.

In quiet moments, We hear the hum Of something larger Whispering beneath our ribs.

Our hands, when they touch, Are maps unfolding In the dark.

Alone, we are notes In a forgotten melody— A sound so small It vanishes on the wind.

But together, we rise. We become the song That shatters silence, Each voice lifting the next Until the sky sings back.

We are not whole until We collide. Until we see That the distance between us Was always the rhythm That kept us in time.

I have an idea An idea to keep But for this I need spark I try not to sleep Maybe I’ll wait till I’m on my feet But now it’s an idea for someone else to keep

I have an idea an idea i know But this one cost money more than I owe Well I will wait till I’m rich I’ll wait till I grow But now it is his idea to show

I have an idea a good one this time This I won’t give up on Because this idea isn’t mine This idea is ours It is just my turn to show I will be swift cuz I trust in my growth

In me You See Her, In Her you see him, in Him, You see all of us. What do I see, a reflection of me? Someone so big Yet small So mighty Yet meek. Could change it all And nothing In the same stance. Now what do you recommend? I tell her to be it all? or to be The One? And only then Things have just begun. The spark of something bigger than a morsel. Too much to toil for some, Yet quite perfect for others. This is neither more nor less, Just a humanity at best. That if you zoom out enough, You come to see me and you are tiny. On a plant, to us, so big. However even that planet compared to the universe means nothing. But in that... So-called nothing, • • • • Is Our Everything 🦋🥹✨ And that matters to me. 💖

Each of us is a different texture The fabric of our minds woven together Sewn at the hip

Without you I’m just a scrap Lost in the maze of a fabric store Waiting for fate to find me

We are not cut from the same cloth But that means we are unique It means we have character

Our colors compliment well We’ll compare our distinct designs We fit nicely into the Earth’s theme

Yet there is more to the pattern than you I’ll admit that much at least All the people I love are right here Sewn on as a nearby fabric piece

As we celebrate our Victories And Pay for our Mistakes And overrate the value of Both

The Sun and the Moon And the Stars and Sky Stand still as Yesterday and Tomorrow

For when your neighbor’s Mistakes Need paying And Your Victories Need celebrating

But a storm is brewing Close By

What holds more value than shelter?

The individual Alone, scared, scattered By ourselves, we don’t achieve much Except if defeat was all that mattered

Perhaps something great is to come To those who have and try And maybe they’re the small part Who don’t leave with a sigh

Perhaps those people learned, Thought themselves from their mistakes And realized that together Lower are the stakes

Perhaps as a group Ideas are more valuable And perhaps an individual Becomes able

For the human mind is nothing If not resourceful And humanity’s impact Nothing, if not powerful