She was darkness but not consumed by it. she was without a filter— She saw the world for what it was. She saw people for who they really are. She was the happiest yet the saddest of all. She was full of life but also so empty. She was flawed like so many but yet still flawless. She was beautiful when sun rises and when the moon comes out. She showed so many emotions but none really defined how she felt. She smiled so much that atmospheres brightened. She was and is a queen like any other woman out there

-Vibeactivist

I have long craved the embrace of a noble figure; to be tenderly kindled by radiant, warm hands to a gentle bloom. Throughout my incessant yearning for more, my search has grown static. I maintain a mild position with perfect execution as I cling to soft, old feelings that can only be found within my own nostalgia. Replaying a pure melody from memory, the small sections in which I cannot recall nor predict a resembling sound invoke a deep sourness; a resentment toward the newly forgotten patches. This steady development is out of my hands, and its inevitability will not shift from my resistance.

Setting yourselves up
for self destruction what a
great education

                  Kelly McManus

how tranquil it would be
to sleep as deeply
as an anchor
at the bottom of the sea