there is no such thing as perfect,
      child.
try and try anyhow.
live selfishly by doing things that make you smile.
successful is something you make up along the way.
walk your own path, day by day.

the world is dark and frightening,
that's what music is for.
the Earth is made of the same dust you are, (stardust!)
      so you can't disappoint her.

there is no such thing as time,
      child.
we've got what we've got.
      say, "good morning" to everything.
      how amazing,
                to be.

dance, cry, hurt, make, –––  free.
                see?

a cry for help takes effort
lungs inflating over time
courage paced

whispers at first
shame
feeling like a waste of space

I reached the point of screaming
into loved ones ears
they didn’t hear

Tell me how mad men sleep and dream,
Yet with tired eyes and trembling scream.

I wish you loved me enough.

Enough to hold me.

I give you everything and you don’t even love me that much.

It’s not enough.

Stop asking for more. I’ll break.

To fight for the right to exist

Is to be unalive

To be half of the person you could be

To exist in spite of adversity


To fight for the right to exist

Is something not commonly experienced

Those privileged to exist without adversity

Cannot empathise with the fight


To fight for the right to exist

Is not necessarily activism

Is not necessarily bravery

It is often scrambling from dark corner to corner in search of safety

broken and bleeding

I don’t miss you

It’s like you haven’t left