delicate flowers
grey on black
growing in his lungs
like sakura blossoms
in spring
ashes to ashes
a beginning to an end

You are a beautiful, tragic thing,
made to be broken, made to feel weak,
your skin like pergament,
time settling under your nails like dust
on a photograph.

the stars tomorrow
are not as much as tonight
the moon so beautiful
won't be as bright as how it is right now
i must say
the world get's sadder and sadder
everyday

Wake up, think, breathe, all things we do every day it’s just part life, you do it to survive. But don’t just wake up, rise and slay the day.

I remembered that you said you
Wrote me a letter and I never
Received it.

Much like the time you said you
Would never leave me and
Then left.

she is filled with fire,
yet she fails to glow
that darkness cries out for a guiding light,
and still the fire shows no mercy
in all it's stubbornness,
it permits the absence of a burning flame
and that roaring glow inside of her,
it dies
and so too does her soul.

Its actually Monday
8am on a monday.
Tired and caught up on a Monday
Empty mind filled with depression on a monday
Nothing special about monday.
Just happens to be like every
Other
Day.

Connecting to my Vision

Learning to Trust with my whole heart

Loving the realization that it has

always been
in

Me.

To do this.