Could feel it just like
A thorn in my side
The need to cathartically spell out symbols
With red and purple
No maybe, olive green
Liquid.

3 hours of sleep
We prepare ourselves for late night debauchery
My Moon Sisters will never fully understand
Or truly keep up with how different
Wildly outrageous the fire within Chicago grows
And flows through me.

Didn't wanna third wheel tonight
But I'm the most free I've ever been
I don't define myself through the voices and faces
Of men, though Mama & Papa
Gotta comment and state
They are waitin' and hopin' for me to meet someone
Real nice.

But its the furthest thing from my radar
Perhaps visualizing it, wrapped in my own blankets
I was tempted to have a fresh newness
Cooking eggs incorrectly
I feel like I repeat myself
10 times over.

Betray, slay, *******
All things I tampered with
My thin elegant queen hands
I curl my hair and ponder the aesthetic for the night
Honey, honey.

The Wolf places me in between his ravenous claws
But my bite is sharper.

I've been through so much love
So much heartache
Its so easy to place it on a melancholy pedestal
And for the first time in my life
I allow it to free me
What a special, interesting thing.

I knew all along this is what it would take
So I check off numbers, somewhere between sleeping and dreaming
My photographic memory reminds me of my
Lasting and powerful words, when I feel doubt.

It rings so true, just like the Liberty Bell
Cracked down the seams in Philadelphia, PA
I use to chirp and chime down those streets
Until all the fire within me could no longer continue
To ignite the town.

So I went my own way
For the third and not the last time
I ripped off the tentacles attaching me to faces, love
The past that howls my name from time to time
But I don't tread in gasoline.

No, I don't know what I want
What a beautiful thing to celebrate.

Lets be wild, free
Dance into the spring and summer sunshine
Answering to no one.

You can't let your parents love or the broken love that you've seen all around the world define what you are going to love like or what your love is going to be like or what love is going to do to you; you just let yourself be guided by it.

When I look into the abyss,
Is it just as confused as I?
What does the dark depth ponder,
When it gazes into me?
Am I impossible?
Can it not even
Fathom all my pieces,
Or how they fit?
How cool the wind will blow -
But is the western sand
Still hot when the storm claws at my face
To scratch out my eyes?
Am I a seat to be despised,
Deposed like a future convict
Railing at the charges held over my head?
Why is it judging me
For not playing along with the game I had no part in creating?
I conject no scheme of ill intent.
Peace, I bid Thee well.
I go my way.

My heart starts to ache when I see you
the only evidence of your existence is the pictures we kept in frames and hearts
An impact greater than you'll ever know
Because dead people know nothing at all
I want to remember the sound of your voice and beautiful veins
But all I can think of is your silence therefore I speak to my heart and create answers on my own.