My biggest fear,
Is not growing old,
Not looking old

Time would have carved my skin
With reminders of its passing
Reminders of the mistakes I’ve made
The falls I’ve recovered from

My biggest fear is forgetting
(Alongside death)
My biggest fear is not recognizing
The faces that made my days beautiful
The faces that made my life a little harder

My biggest fear is not recognizing any achievements or failures

I keep journals,
Struggles and great loves
I’ll make sure I’d remember it all
Or at least try

A cat got up,
Stuck in a tree

Didn’t realise how high it has gotten
It stands on a branch
Looking down
Too scared to come down

When help comes,
It becomes hesitant,
It doesn’t know;
To jump?
Or not to?

To let itself fall?
Or not to?

Because sometimes,
Help,
Is not as easy to take

The first rule of improv, is to say YES
Don’t block the flow or rythm

Don’t say no to the opportunity
To make something out of nothing
To create something beautiful

Look at it this way,
If you say no,
You’re closing the door
To a new friendship
To a new flame
To a new job
A new adventure

Don’t close the door,
To what may become
Something great,
Something bad,
A new experience,
A new lesson

Give yourself a chance

Bathroom floors are not only for movie scenes
They’re not only for holding your best friend’s hair while trying not to puke over her

Sad echoing phone calls
Stories to laugh about

Hiding from other people with the shower on

Somehow,
We’ll always remember
on those bathroom floors
the tears we shed
and everything that brought us closer

There are things we run from
Nightmares
Danger and death

Things we run to,
People
Dreams and ambition

We’ll get tired along the way,
stop for a minute,
enjoy the view.

We all run for different reasons,
At different speeds.
We make the best of what we have
The best of our abilities

We keep running,
Because we look forward to something
No matter how tiring it gets
We’ll keep running
towards the finish line

Captivity is a state in which I guess we all live in
Have lived in
Or will live in.

Captivity may be holding the key to open the door but never quite taking that step.

Captivity may be having the door open,
one foot out,
Without the guts to put the other one out
And closing the door behind you.

Captivity is not like being claustrophobic in an elevator
It’s sometimes the best feeling in the world.
The best, it’s a feeling of peace,
Love,
And maybe overlooking some of the most important things
And your vision is a little blurred

Until you leave, close the door behind you
Give it time
Look back on it

You’ll see things,
The things you’ve overlooked,
You’ll learn a little,
Look a little older
Be a little wiser.

But something you must understand,
Is to never, EVER
Let anyone hold you captive.
You must always feel free to open the door
and leave

You can know a lot about how a person is living
or has lived by observing their body

It’s not as crazy as you may think,
It shows, if it is well fed or not
If it holds disease
Any signs from smell to a million other things

You can tell a lot about a body,
just by looking at it
Skin problems,
Bone or muscle problems,

You can tell,
if they carry skin problems
bones or muscle

You can tell,
crimes of passion,
from other crimes.

You can tell age,
You can tell how tired they are
if they are
You can tell what they’re feeling
if they’re nervous or happy

You can tell,
if they’re been loved and cherished
and if they have have been
abused and betrayed