broken people break people times when i couldn’t figure out where my broken pieces were.. meeting new people trying to find them sometimes confusion, sometimes relief broken people break people i would never significant others i had to leave behind to gain knowledge about myself left with love all in love healed people heal people i fell in love with my solitude unbreakable... no disappointments, so addictive in my room, heart full of love all for myself healed people heal people advice i gave to others don’t be afraid to be alone an amazing feeling i told them healed with love
So i threw it back up on them All the expectations, accusations, imaginations, insinuations, detestations, frustrations that they forced down my neck When I finally opened my mouth I painted them with it
In the cold, dark of January, I remembered you the most. As the chill snapped bones like branches, as the afternoons bathed themselves in gray, as the birds and the backs shook, so did my lips around your name. I'm so happy January is almost over now.
Who am i I am a mote of sand Shifting through The winding dunes Of time I am a scratched leaf Swaying under the Whims of wind Through the vast Unending brows Of forests In this planet I am a tiny Drop of rain Melding with the Arterial waterways Thus I am an infinitesimal Speck of life Amid the infinite circle Of an inordinately diverse life But how am i I am alive I can breathe I can percieve By myself Independently And this is the Sole reason Why i should aim To be contented With how I exist Isn't it