it's what you do to me that makes me see that the summer isn't so bad when it comes to weather if you're around and act like the winter breeze
it's what you do that fragments and throws away my left over sadness in a hole that's feelings of the are forgotten
it's what you do that puts me to sleep at night because I know I'll wake up and know you'll be mine for the next 16 hours I'm awake
it's what you do that makes me write like I'm writing about a high power that I believe in
it's what you do that makes it seem like the sun and the moon aren't the only things that can light up my world with eternal hope when the sky resembles how I used to feel; blue, or when the sky resembles my biggest fear as an innocent minded 4 year old; the darkness
it's what you do that makes it seem like water isn't the only thing that can keep me alive, because your kisses hydrate my soul more than hydrogen and oxygen hydrate my body
it's what you do that makes me want to copy and paste my words on all that I feel about you inside a door in your heart and lock them with a key that I'll throw in the deepest area of the Atlantic ocean, not even the most powerful magnet in the universe could find it, because the sureness in my sentences I compose for you are meant to stay in your heart like well thought of tattoos without hesitations on inking your skin permanently for the rest of eternity
it's what you do that makes me run the mile in 4 minutes and 53 seconds hoping you'd be at the end of the 5,280 feet I ran
it's what you do that makes think overcoming what I think is impossible at the moment is possible
it's what you do that makes me proud to stand by your side when we're walking hallways full of shame and disappointment
it's what you do that made me realize a believer of God can love a doubter of his word, an opposition to my morals
it's what you do that made me believe some blessings are everlasting, like you
it's what you do that makes me wish I could tattoo my kisses on your face to remind you that I love every inch of what you don't like when you look in the mirror to make your insecurities irrelevant to what I admire
it's what you do that makes me see that comparing galaxies to your eyes don't do them justice
it's what you do, that makes me love you as much as I do, as much as I always have, as much as I always will.

does your weight make an impact on the your galaga patterned carpet?
do letters really give your experiences justice?
do cameras really capture moments you'll never see again
they cant capture the feeling you were feeling what's seeing to a feeling?
a visual memory to limited words? limited meaning? limited energy?
what is emotion in a passion? describing motives from your soul into motions?
what is purpose?
what's an answer to a question?
common sense?
whats common sense?
limited senses?
i cant think right now.

I don't have to think about anything in particular when I write about you, I guess flattering you with words is an instinct

Like the leaves falling in autumn, my hand flows naturally while capturing photos of you in sentences.

Like a Christian mom prays for her children every night, and see the blessings the next day, you presence does the same without the help of a higher power


and it feels like you're the only sense I have.

trouble in the city
no loyalty in your vision
trouble in your mind
no passion in movement

pull the trigger if your life isn't your home
pull the trigger if your home is in someone's heart
if they drop it, lose your feelings

i climbed up the mountains and I havent yet found reason in seasons

dont look for me in your purse like the grief in your heart

gold days are deceiving

and black clouds are refreshing

I've never felt this way about anything significant other than a drawing I still have since I was in 1st grade


I've lost a few feelings along the years

I'll never feel the same

I have a thing for loving and hating time.

What is time? A limit limit.

The sun and the moon don't determine what I get to do at a certain time in between the 24 hours in the day, time heals the wound, but there's also time to remember how much you've lost.

What is good?
What is bad?

A title to your actions based on your thoughts?

I'm confused, and I just woke up.

I've seen people die and come alive
I've seen people drain in misery
I've seen people look like meadows and rainbows
I've seen people sink in blues
I've seen people come and go for the better
I've felt the wrath of the power people hold with my heart in their hands
I've felt the holes they fill in become empty overtime
I've felt a lot, but time is filled with feelings and I'm barely 16
I have a lot to feel and a lot to see


My dear friends, we've all been a little blue
My dear friends, we all wish for the best
My dear friends, the best comes within tornadoes


My dear friends, you're the breeze in my summer vibes
I swear, my dear friends, you are my destiny and have made my fat suicide letters anorexic

I'm scared of dentists picking at my teeth
I'm scared of all my friends turning their backs on me
I'm scared of everyone feeling the same way about everything
I want the sky to be a propeller and rain my feelings to everyones heart for insight and maybe one day they can do the same so I can have insight
I just wanna know what you think
I just wanna know what everyone thinks
I wanna know what kind of music they listen to that makes them feel a certain way
I have a lot to feel in the coming years
So please stay in my voyage and let's talk about what haunts your thoughts before you go to sleep