the screen
the keyboard
the small room
the closed door
locked door
closed window
blinders keeping
the sun away
a chair
an empty stomach
protesting against
tequila
more tequila

ready

you can write now

I want to live, before I die,
I want to stay, I have to try,
because when, I go
the one thing, I know
is all won't be well,
when I sit there in hell,
and you are so far above.

you were born with
a gift in your bones
this world is shapeshifting
from your light alone
and it’s lining your vessel
with gooey lovetones
that are dripping pure gold
on to all you have known
you are gleaming with meaning
you are a multidimensional being
who thinks every thought
to create all you’re seeing
you are strong and redeeming
there is nothing weak about you
you pump never-ending value
feel your strength as it climbs
from your cosmic enzymes
they are dancing inside
singing out an endless love song
that “you’re right on time”

i can never think of something to write
when i feel like writing
but when i force myself
to look at my keyboard
thoughts stumble around
sentences are put together
and yet i do not understand all of them
but i write them down
for you
and for me
i hope that i will one day understand it all

my head feels so full
and so empty
at the same time
it feels like nothing
and everything
at the same time

I wanna look exactly how I feel
expression in its truest form
I relate colors to my mood
I’m like an abstract painting with no caption underneath
I want to be so true to my feelings that when I’m feeling down
I turn the color blue

Let's take alone apart
and remake it
without me