at times you feel full ready to fly
to choose to leave this nest

but you have to trust
when the time truly comes

it will not be your choosing
and patience will get you there.

I promise you,
It's going to be all right.

I know, this is coming from a mildly suicidal mess-of-a-girl who really has no business in giving advice,
But please, if there's one thing you can do, just listen-

I've been to those places where the moon doesn't shine
And the starlight cuts sharper than a needle to your wrist
I've watched demons crawl from my closet doors in the dark hours of the morning
When neither love nor teddy bear could save me

I've told myself I'm pointless and futile
That I never give enough, never do enough
That I'm never enough

I have tasted the poison, it burned my throat with unspeakable pain
One dose, and you feel as if you're all alone
But I promise
It will be okay

This life is fatal
It is mind-numbingly ordinary, it twinkles with complexity
It is beautiful, it is terrible
Whatever it shows itself to be, you are in it, here, now
And that means something
You mean something

You can choose with your something.
You can choose to leave this place, and it will be alright. Death is a friend of mine, he's promised me over and over again that his world is better than I've imagined it to be. He whispers of a place that is quiet, warm and even more beautiful than life...

I choose to stay.

I've picked my posion
The pain twists beneath my skin, stronger now than ever before, but it holds hands with euphoria and
I don't want to let go

You have your choice too.
And I promise that, wherever your journey has abondoned you today,
it will be alright
You will be okay.

My soul is shaking
And though terrified,
Of how every moment I feel my bones rub against my back

I am elated
The tears rush over my hollowed cheeks, blurring the sun in my eyes
They catch my breath and sweep it back to my mouth, back where it belongs

Yes, I'm terrified of what I've become
But after traversing land after land of darkness, I can finally say

I really and truly do not want to die.

your path can be winding
unexpected
sometimes with not much view
all uphill
at times confusing

but oasis will come.

simplicity is wholesome
puts you at ease
is kindly
friendly
a path leading you home

give it one more moment
-they can add up
to something beautiful.

-for Easter, on a body appearing in the melting snow

You can see now...
you can breathe, freely:
nothing can touch you now.

     Cry, suffer, die ...for a brother
     - by brothers you may live.

Every person has his breaking point,
I turned to drugs to ease the pain.
Do look down on me, a mirror,
having you reborn, a man again.

     Innocent like a still-born child,
     faithful like a sleeping foetus,
     ready like a falling seed.

Today it's me,
tomorrow... you.