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...

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 thi...

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

Th...

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 thi...

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 f...

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 th...

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 valuab...

I drove very fast—They drove very fast too

As we met each other

there was no sound

The house I built

The acres I bought

possession was suddenly something I am not

I stood across from them

Within…without…

Tomorrow, yesterday, now…never?

No. Always.

Everywhere. Always.

I love you as you love I—as I am you and you are I.

What’s more than to begin again?

Rest my sweet soul.

Rest alongside ...

Some connect and some deter

Yet they all create a picture

One laughs while the other scowls

However they both are fishers

No corner pieces or solved puzzle

An everlasting art of people...