In a direction facing 
the lights and sun
I look out the window often
and admire 
what I’ve won

I’ve won the 
privilege 
to exist where 
I only had dreamed 
to be a figment of real life
than pigment on the screen

the sky is not clear
but not completely 
crowded with grays
I could look out 
day and night 
every step 
in a gaze 

I feel a handshake 
from this place 
I’ve been living 
it senses I belong here
and it reassures me 
that I’m winning.

never alone
sometimes forgotten

always loved
sometimes a problem

some changes are made
sometimes they backfire

some things take time
sometimes they expire

maybe its life
maybe it's not

maybe it's me
maybe you’re wrong

you’re never alone
you’re never not wanted
keep staying strong
keep your kind heart kind-hearted.

the clouds around me 
they feel differently
they don’t look familiar
they smell like nothing

I wonder what happened
what made them so cloudy
what made me run away
despite how heavy 

I love how they look
yet so confused as to how
something so colorful on the outside
but plain white as a cloud

I’ll continue to admire
from a distance not too close
since they traveled from somewhere i knew
in a place filled with hope.

Strings have been cut
thus cutting the attachment
memories lost
some are completely forgotten

I have no loving to spare
only respect, still no cares.
for doing what’s best

not just for you
but for me.


   you’ll be glad once you've left.
   
   hopefully
      soon enough

                       someone

will leave.

A subject
I've never been good at
it's a 
subject
often spoken 
about. 

What did I learn?
you say.
Not so sure
I add.

What I found
was subtracted and
what was lost
Unexpected.

The sun 
at its highest
waking up anyone
in its path
laying there 
beating heart
and a breathing chest

we were 
never tired before;
comfort hits.
A laugh
appears 
obnoxiously attractive.

Half asleep
meaning
aware of what we’re doing
yet unaware of what will 
happen

to doze off into
a sudden yet needed
dream,
A dream to my 
sweet reality.

they say its a key
but I don’t need to unlock it
when I've seen
what's behind them

it doesn't prevent it
but rather demotivates
me 

Yet I sustain
my hope
and wonder.

I push on
until I set off
and I do so 
with as much knowledge
in my head 
as I have power
in my legs.

each day has passed by
while lives have been passed on 
fights have been fought for 
most unaware of war

it’s been a lonely trip
for most not for all
children, friends, and family
separated; what’s more
than a phone call? 

the world is lost 
where does it go from here?
do we act like nothing has happened
do we continue somehow 
do we fake live in fear? 

I refuse to put a halt to 
this experience now
let us work together to heal
and save humanity
but how?

Its a shot of 
the same thing 
every time 

the sting 
from how 
fast paced it 
runs 
through your 
veins

it pains you 
to feel the pain 
but relieves you
of old stains

walk carefully
and instead
of walking back
walk away
not slow
nor fast
but gradually.

I hate this
absolutely hate this
how do I 
embrace this?

what's there to
hold
in my mind and
in my hands

I want to
want 
hope
but I can’t 
seem to grasp it

I'm waiting 
for the day
to come
what can I do
with 
what I have?

you are
priceless
capable of so much more
than just some being

being
mistreated

you are deserving of so much more
than what you are receiving
to witness the worst
is the worst
but continuing to inhabit
is robbing the
value
of life.

the feeling 
of not
having something
that you 
most certainly 
do
have



is a feeling
i wish 
i never
felt.

I've been there before
but how to describe it?
outside doesn't matter
inside is where it happened
punctured with some poison
what could have started the war?
I can’t sleep at night
knowing I've bitten down that door

swallowed by the air
still shouting for my life
I wonder if we’ll lose


I think it’s a knife


I think it’s some leather
It’s coming alive
We stop for a second