in white paper scenery,
the mind becomes ink
Then floods each pages with your sparkling words
endlessly traverse and explore and ruminate

words containing truth
or imagined fantasy
bitterness or soul decay and even
opulence just for the day

And rawness seeps out
from the silver-jeweled elixir  
Call it experience or imagination.

It's so easy to put people in boxes; draw lines creating side, there's 'us' and then there's 'them'.
Those that they feel comfortable with and those they don't; there are those with many chapters and those that have just started writing their own; those who have the will to do and those who are only doing what they can.
Those we share something in common with and those we don't seem to know at all but then somehow in all our boxes there's 'us' those who have tattoos, those who have been bullied, those who have bullies others, those who feel lonely, those who are madly in love,we who have overcome tremendous adversity—the lucky ones whose team may have won the championship this year, we with great self-love and some who have beat cancer and finally there's all of us created with great strength and beauty;together we shall stand—

Why be scared of the darkness when it's the light you should be afraid of...that **** leaves you at any given time; afterall we all know what kind of creepy crawlies may lurk dark, but you never know what might staring back at you in the light.