We are all bound by life's great adventure
Put your hand up if you want to get off
Let those who remain ride the rollercoaster

lets go on an adventure
the grand marvelous kind
it will be a long story
of friendship and love
may it never cease
but stretch on for eternity

may we especially be alive
to our very last days

until we die
hand in hand
hearts matching
love crashing

One looks up and says life is a ladder

Black sky's illuminated with stars scattered

Adventure thrown in the air in the shape of matter

We take and embrace what we can't see instead what we can feel.

It all feels so unreal..emotions and ordeals

Now watch as our minds peel then sit in a cornfield

Only to be found by space and particles

They read while we speak of thee impossible

Big humps to people seem like obstacles.

We just jump above and learn that anything is possible.

Never walk in shame within the halls of the honourable.

When I started working fifty hours a week minimum
At eighteen years of age
My father told me he was proud of me
For the first time.
What he didn't know
Was that I had been chasing my depression away
By masking it with exhaustion.
There have been times where I have worked thirteen hour days,
Four days in a row
Only to come home too exhausted to eat.

I consider this a triumph.

I spend my days off thinking too much.
I think about how easy it is to buy a gun in this state,
How I wish it was more difficult
If only to erase one more burden from my mind.
I spend a lot of time buying make up
That I seldom ever wear.
I read every single issue of The Walking Dead comics up to the newest one
In two days
Because my mind frightens me more than fiction.
I think a lot about leaving here;
Not in a way that would constitute a cry for help
But more in a way that sits in my belly
Like liquor on a cold day.
I feel the urge, it is there,
But I simply carry it with me.