the world is too loud.
it seeps in the cracks,
filling your head with unnessecary noise,
prompting fight or flight.
flight builds walls.
up and up they go..
construction could go on forever.
another brick... just one more today...
no.

it gets too high.
it can't stand that tall forever.
it has to come down eventually.
you have to let the world in.
the love.
the blossom of joy only comes from rain pouring down, wearing away your walls.
it's okay to be exposed a bit..

although,
when that wall falls,
the base will still stand.
there's still some protection.
just don't let the wall get built too high..

her.
the idea of one.
a special one.
an intriguing one.
my heart thuds in my chest a little harder.
is this really how i feel?
or is this some "phase" i'll look back and laugh at?

this must be real.
a heart flutter at her beauty.
a smile at her smile.
i can imagine her with me.

who is this "her"

is it just...
the idea of one?
a special one?
an intriguing one?

dear anna,

i'm not sure what to say
i can't keep my thoughts at bay
they're seeping in filling the cracks in my mind
and i can't seem to find,
any consolation

darling..
as she once told you,
you hold the weight of the world on your shoulders

let go.
it's okay.
you're alive and that must mean something.
these days are temporary. tomorrow always comes and passes, never a moment, so you're always moving forward.
i love you. you're loved.

love, anna

i'm the queen who's castle has fallen to the sea
i'm the queen who holds her crown when her kingdom is in flames

when all she needs, and all she wants, when all she finds
when all she is, and ever was is compromised

don't build your walls up too high

night means tired.
tired means exaggerated thoughts.
exaggerated thoughts mean more feelings.
more feelings means more thoughts.

spiral.

turtles all the way down.

was not a success.

i can't seem to fight
my world could be bright
it doesn't feel that way at night
but writing is my light