i have made
birdnests out of
barbed wire,
and built bridges
from bone.
i have seen
the sun set
and rise,
the world dark,
then light again.
i can make it through
today, tomorrow
and all the storms
that come with it.

my heart
is my map,
i hit the gas
full speed
down long
winding roads
into tunnels
or skid into meadows.
sometimes i crash,
sometimes i wind down
to a graceful stop.
i just know
i feel everything
deeply,
i feel my own emotions
which aids to
tears going down
my shower drain
and my mind aching.
i feel others emotions,
guilt rades my thoughts
and want of compassion
sleeps in my heart strings.
my heart
is my map
i follow it blindly.

a monday, 11 pm
its strange
to want to go to bed
because you're exaughsted
and broken
you just want the day to be over,
yet at the same time
you don't want to fall asleep
because you'll be shoved
into tomorrow
and you don't know
if you're ready
to face another day

They say
get up,
no matter how you feel.
get dressed
with your favorite
new sweater,
no matter how
broken you are.
just show up,
and never give up.
just keep going
and it will get better,
always always.

I learned in science class
we are composed
of stardust,
from exploding stars
that combust
and form minerals
that create our teeth,
and pump through our blood.
Whether you believe
in a religion
or theories of evolution,
i think we can all agree
that we were wonderfully
and fearlessly made.
On mornings when i wake up
and dislike what i see,
i want to remember
i am composed
of something beautiful
and fierce,
i am one of a kind.

How would you
describe colors
to a blind person?
I don't think
this question is impossible.
Even without vision
you still have your mind,
which can create beautiful things.
I would describe them
as feelings.
Yellow,
it looks like how you feel
on a long august day,
feeling the sun on your skin
and sea salt in the air.
Gray,
it looks like how you feel
on a friday night,
eating a box of pizza by yourself
and feeling like you don't belong.
Red
it looks like how you feel
when you have a burning passion
for something you do
or for someone
you love.
Maybe they can build off of
what they feel
and imagine things
us with the blessing of vision
******* even imagine ourselves.

is it crazy
to be madly in love
with a city you've never been to?
or perhaps it's something
along the lines of fate.
i dream of life
on a grand scale,
wearing heels on cobblestone streets
and hailing taxies
without a care in the world.
i suppose i'll have to
get there first.