they witnessed her pain
they witnessed the day her husband throw her out naked in the rain.
they witnessed her children's trauma
yet, when investigators came to ask questions
there happened to be no witnesses.

when you Love someone, you Love that person as they are and not as you would like them to be

they'll never label us as "the stolen generation" because we are too busy being the generators of depression.

we are all lost souls, looking for acceptance in allies marked with rejection

stop running away from your shadows just face them until the sun comes up.

he was like the night sky,
dark and mysterious.
sometimes he'd let me see
his starry night.
what scared me most was
his ability to only show certain aspects of himself.
like the darkness of night, he only ever allowed me to see what he wanted me to see
the rest faded into blackness.