Why do you keep relapsing?
Well,
Its like yours mind give s you a hunderd reasons
To be happy.
And your depression says
Wait.
Here's a reason to be sad.
Every single thing thats wrong,
That you have done wrong
In your entire life.
All of the memories
And then that voice over rules
Everything.

Painting words upon a shelf
we paint with colors for hope, and love
for our health
to have to hold
to keep like wealth.
I pray somehow I'll touch your soul
throughout the seasons
that we may know
painting words through it all
we protect each other
from potential falls...
we paint with words
like blankets of warmth
like soft down feathers 
we weave our words
so beautifully together
these books we've painted
upon our shelves
tell a story
of love, and wealth.

ｔｈｅ ｐｏｅｔ
ｉｓ ｔｈｅ ｈｏｍｅｌｅｓｓ ｍａｎ
ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｔｈｅ ｃｏｒｎｅｒ;
ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｐａｓｓｅｔｈ ｈｉｍ ｂｙ,
ｈｅ ｈａｓｔ ｍａｎｙ ｓｔｏｒｉｅｓ
ｔｏ ｔｅｌｌ.



©ｂｒａｎｄｏｎ ｎａｇｌｅｙ
©ｌｏｎｅｓｏｍｅ. ｐｏｅｔｓ. ｐｏｅｔｒｙ