you stole my light when i told you to stop and you ignored my red light and kept going like my body was undiscovered land and you were a colonizer. perhaps my asking you to stop turned you on made you hungry. you looked at me with your hungry eyes like i was fresh meat for you to take and have for yourself ignoring my stop signs cries screams because i am nothing more than an object to you made for your manipulation and pleasures.
life is like when you're a little kid and you discover that there is more than twenty-four crayons in the box that there is the possibility of forty-eight colors of sixty-four of one-hundred and twenty that there are so many shades of love and anger and peace and despair and absolute bliss and the ability to express them all are now in the palm of your hand
life is colorful beautiful thought-provoking lovely soulful heartbreaking inspiring and absolutely wonderful
every day is a new sunrise a new chance to transform into the butterfly you want to be
My Body Is A Cage, A Portal, And A Stone. My Pain Is A Friend, A Shadow And A Foe. My Body Is A Host, A Mortal, And A Home. My Pain Is A Monster, A Hunger In My Bones.
I Cannot Wait For The Day That The Pain Goes Away.