I feel like I’m drowning, in confusion, loneliness and anxiety
This feeling cascades like a never ending tide of emotion washed away by the regret of my own indiscretions
Just as the moon controls the tide, my actions control my destiny
As the future is engulfed by the present, I begin to wonder if I am drifting into the abyss that exists within the murky depths of my mind
Breathless, I suffocate and cry out for help
It is only until I wake up that I realize that no one is there

-A kid who dreamed of becoming a king

Imperfection
Like the petals of a flower
Different in size, fragile and thin
And yet they remain unique and beautiful

Imperfect
Like the God who created us
The world we live in

No one is perfect in this imperfect world
But being imperfect only makes this world more beautiful
And that's perfection

Dance with me in the moonlight
And let the night fade away
Like a star shinning in the spotlight
Out of reach, but within my gaze

Dance with me in the moonlight
Until the night turns to day
Illuminate the shadows in the twilight
Be the north star that gives my life an aim

How can one have a dream when they cannot sleep?
How can one find the will to get up every morning, and face challenges head strong without the fear or failure
Do these people have super powers?
Are these people considered hero’s?
Well if they are, then they are just like the rest of us, mask on facing adversity
Everyone is a hero, and everyone is a villain

Good intentions are an arbitrary construct created by society to be able to distinguish a universal morality
For example, most people would say that intentionally killing or hurting others is wrong, and those who take part in such horrific actions should face severe consequence
But what if you had to **** to save a loved one
What if you had to **** to protect your life
Would it still be wrong? Should those people still face the same consequences
Your intentions are good, but your actions tell another story

How do we define what is just?
Everything happens for a reason, that’s what most people would believe
But why does there need to be a reason
Sometimes things just happen
We have no control
We are simply insignificant specs of dust desperately trying to understand the world we love

Like most things in this world, we humans live in a cycle
It’s continuous and never-ending
Just as precipitation leads to evaporation
History repeats itself
Hate breeds more hatred
Love leads to more heartbreak
And the bird fly’s south to escape the cold winters

I robbed myself of my motivation
I was the individual with the ski mask
I pressed the glock .9 against the tellers temple
While she prayed to god, I counted the devil for my greed turned into an evil deception of my own moral ambiguity
What I thought was a righteous path was truly an everlasting darkness littered with my decayed convictions
subliminal messages pierced my mental processes controlling me like a lamb to the slaughter
As my hand gripped the trigger I thought to myself
Who am I doing this for?
Who do I live for?
As I cut the cash silently like the a surgeons incision, my mind was running circles like clockwork
Time was my mistress, ironically stringing me along, deceiving me to believe that I was the puppet master
With no strings attached I remained untethered, oblivious to my own reality
All along I thought I was the king
However, just as the sheep follows the Shepard I became a cog without cognition

I see the sorrow in your eyes
I see the sadness in your smile
You try to hide it, you try to be strong
But deep inside I see your pain

Love me like we are lying on our deathbeds
I'll take the pain away
I know it hurts but I'll be your therapy
I'll be your escape

If you would let me, I could mend your broken heart
Like a puzzle, I could piece you together
In return I would give you a piece of me
So maybe one day, we could both be whole

The irony of love.
Without hesitation,
we would take the bullet for the one pulling the trigger

Love has repercussions
Addicted, never enough
until you overdose