I’m going to miss you again today
And I’ve gathered enough courage to say this,
that I hope today
would be my last.
That when I wake up tomorrow, I’ll focus on me.
Where today I’ll be selfless and miss you more
than I thought I can bear.
That today would be the last.
I’ll be selfish starting from tomorrow,
so let me be fool for the last hours,
who kept missing her wrong love
at the wrong time
That in maybe next time, it'll then turn out right.

Tip tip tipping, aren't you all tripping?

This isn't about what was wrong, turned around,
Or what views of the world are upside down.
The divine truth, produced, From labored days,
taught me that I am a God unto myself, If I choose to be.
Churning up the Soil I was buried in,
once lain..
Pondering Which crop to nourish first.
My Sanity or my heart ?
It takes two to Tango,
A myriad of Facades,
To wade through.
To receive the fruits of labor, I must first bury the seeds.
Seeds of thought, what the soul can recycle, upcycle, and what Pains I can tackle..
Because without fresh air, and new beginnings, I can't breathe.

I have found out that
Home isn't always a where,
It is a who: you.

All knew they were made from water
and earth
and when they got older
also made from a little wine, a little song, a little reverie.

Their urge for change built into their bones,
revolutionists by the fact of their birth.

Birthed into a time of their own
to stretch further than their peers
to go and shine a light into the unknown.

To feel the pain of their generation
generation of freedom, generation of growth.

love is watching someone die,

so who's going to watch you die?