All I want is to roam
The skies like the hummingbirds birds do
Yet,
    What’s out there that
     I want it more than
     I want you?
      Freedom,
      perhaps?
    Freedom...Freedom.
However lonely, Freedom.

I want you to learn about forgiveness
I want you to tell your mother you know she didn't mean to project all of her emotions on you
that she was only your age when she had you and you are still learning too
tell her that you love her, that the best parts of you came from her
I want you to call your dad
I know hearing his voice makes you clench your fists
I know your muscles still hate him even when your heart says you don't
tell him the way his absence had you crying on your bathroom floor before you knew what a panic attack was
tell him the reasons why you blame him for the way you love
then tell him you forgive him
you forgive him even though he never asked you to, you forgive him for yourself
I want you to make a list of every person that's ever wronged you
I want you to burn it and I want you to wish them well
the kind of love you've found, pure and warm
there is no room for resentment in a heart like yours
and then I want you to forgive yourself
even if you feel like you don't deserve it
be gentle with your mind, give yourself a place to rest
you are doing far better than you think

Show me your sun and I'll be there

It's funny how people go to the woods for answers.
Trying to find what's wrong with themselves.
The woods do nothing but make fire wood.
But that fire builds through pain and sorrow, like wildfires could.
The woods are a mystery.
They make you lurk, and seek more questions than answers.
Making your life much harder, when the fog comes in.
Leading you to difficult tasks, more likely to give up then to push.
So, what i'm saying is don't go through the woods.
You'll find yourself hurting, making your way through your mind that we call 'The woods'.