I want to sleep
and never wake up
until everything
is alright.

Sometimes, i wonder
Which star could you be
Then i looked at you
And realized
You are actually my star.

"What is going on"?
Like a newborn fawn
I'm unable to walk
chained in place with a lock
but my mind still thinks
my heart bleeds and sinks
and as my soul begins to stain
finally I see, I'm in pain.

missing earlier, better days
     always fighting fears
            passing years

if i could talk to myself,
from roughly ten months ago,
the first thing she would do is cry.

if she could talk to me,
roughly ten months after,
the first thing i would do is speak.

if she could hear
all the things i did to keep me from collapsing,
maybe she would be proud.

if i told her
that i finally spent my time prioritizing myself,
both of us would unite in that idea.

there's nothing wrong
with being vulnerable.
it doesn't make you weak.


it only prepares you for other greater battles in life.

dear quinn,

you feel needy.
and you think
that it's a
bad thing.

needing people
to help
you be okay
isn't a
bad thing.

it's human.

love,
quinn

THE MUSIC OF THE STARS

Today the night sky shines bright
As though to mock the moon
That each eventide arises
Taking the mantle from the sun
All united in an assignment
To light the way for earthly treaders
The radiant stars endlessly move
Age to age whispering its great adventures
Tis music of the stars
Singing of the past,present and future
Singing of a long past left in traces of unwritten history
Singing of the presence experienced by the audience
Singing of a future concelead to mortal eyes
Tis the music of the stars

The inaudible lyrics of the stars
That need no lute nor lyre
To sooth the listeners' heart
The grace of the 'heavenly singers'
Like a spell enchants the audience
Its glory inspires the astronomer
Its music moves the poets hand
Tis the music of the stars
Singing to the 'deaf' mortal
Singing how like a porcelain his life is brittle
Singing how his life is brief at its best
Tis the music of the stars

The music of the stars :
Tis a melody that wanes
Like a script come to an end
Tis a rhythm that diminishes
The beats slowed by the dawning day
Tis a harmony that disaccords
Like a string broken from the harp
Tis the music of the stars
Singing comfort to the lonely seafarer
Singing hope to the night pilgrim
Singing praises to the night watcher
The 'night singers' leave the stage
The morning stars echoes the refrain
Tis the music of the stars.