Have you ever considered trees to be as people? Not one the same. Each and every frame, different.

Their roots running so deep, but not often do they allow one to see past the surface.

Oh, if we were only as grounded as they are. So set within themselves. Strong, confident.

Shedding their past away, letting go, so new can grow. Even if, for a while, they seem lifeless and empty.

We could learn how to be free. To see every season in our lives exactly how they should be. Never knowing, but Constantly growing.

Cut in half, we are able to taste the layers, the depth of who they are. The flavor of all of their scars.

To some, they taste bitter. But when the right one finds their way in, the flavor is sweet. Different from anything they have tasted before. Like everything they were hoping for, yet somehow more.

We should admire their selflessness. They take but only so they can give more. Giving someone a home. A place to feel safe. Every leaf blossoming from their selfless core.

Maybe that is why they are so vibrant. Their inner beauty cannot be hidden. Never put to shame. Different, yet all the same.

We are all unique, we have our own quirks and flaws. But in a way, we aren't all that different.

We all grow, we all carry the layers from our past. But with that, comes an inner strength. A power within that will forever last.

We find someone who will bring out our beauty. A beauty so vast, so pure.
The burden of life, the hard times, we endure.

Search for beauty in others. When you take, take only to give more. Stay true to yourself. Be free. Let go. But most of all, see every opportunity as a chance to grow.

I took my bones.
Burying them deep within the dark corners of your subconscious.

When you sleep, I will awaken.
Awaken inside of you, desperation.

You will try and leave the nightmare,
But you can't escape this prison.

For in your mind, my bones have made an incision.

An incision that cuts deep within your core. I have entangled myself in the memories you have stored.

Yet, I will be nowhere in sight. For in you, I have turned out all of the lights.

How did You get in here?* I hear your thoughts inquire. It's called by mere desire.

I snuck right past the entrance.

*Maybe next time, you will think twice before you ask a demon to dance.

I believed.
I was deceived.
I cared.
It was not shared.
I fell.
You could tell.
To you, I was drawn.
You led me on.
I said I love you.
You lied and said you did too.
Then I said Don't leave me
You said We'll see
I should have walked away.
Made you ask me to stay.
But now I'm left alone.
Parts of me, left in your soul.
My heart aches beneath these bones.
But without me,
*You feel whole.

You*


It's not something I held on to, but definitely something I never let go.

I gave you everything I had, you put my every inhibition to rest,

Yet the demon inside of you, no longer stayed as a guest.

You welcomed it inside and let it overcome you.

I foolishly handed my soul over. So inside of me, its power also grew.

We were swallowed in the lies. His words beckoned us, so hopeful and promising.

We were blinded by them and now it's left us confused, struggling.

And now you're calling me, telling me you're ready to give up, that all you want is to let go.

But if you let go, it will take me with it.  
We are tied down. We have been from the start.

All I wanted was for us to be a masterpiece, a breathtaking work of art.

We are falling, we are destroyed.


The demon's left now, but in us there will always be void.

"I'm ready to be free," I whispered with all the strength left in me.

He agreed, together we jumped, finally escaping life's grip.

Looking back, content, knowing we were everything we ever could be,
We closed our eyes and enjoyed life's one, last, final trip.