you wake up
                        (6:45)
                                   you close your eyes
                                                                        (7:00)
                                                                                    you pass
                                                                                    away
                                                                                    the urge to
                                                                                                           WAKE
                                                                                                            UP
                                                
bliss.

you are an artist.
you like to paint
                             smiles on your face to conceal the pain
you like to draw
                              laughs out of the hollow pit of your chest
you like to colour
                              your wrists red and taste the life flowing out of you
                              as if it would quench the thirst created
                              by the loss of someone that you knew
you are an artist
                             you love to create
                                                             you
                                                                     love
                                                                              to
                                                                                   erase.

You are not your past
You are not your doubts
You are not your failures

Art.
You are
Soul.
You are
Light.
You are
Love.

You are everything you are meant to be.
Anything you make of yourself.

You are you.
Fearfully and wonderfully made.

Find peace in yourself.
Love yourself.
You are deserving.

It is not you that I miss,

             But the person
             That
                          
Was.

             The person
             That

                                    could
                                               be.

That is who I miss.

THAT person.

Me.

Love thy neighbour as you love thyself
I am thy neighbour, but you do not love me.

When "our way of life" is not really 'we' but your perception  of who I should be.

We are family.
Until we disagree.

On the treatment of those who identify as LGBT-
Q - for Queer
Something you claim to fear
Yet
Something you love to leer at
privately

Must our realities be the same,
Must our differences cause me pain
Must you hurt us, condemn us, curse us and shame

How powerless you must feel
To attempt to halt a love so real
We will not let you steal
The beauty; the life that makes us surreal

We will continue to love
We will continue to laugh
We will continue to live
WHOLE.
You cannot break us in half

I am your friend
Even when you're not mine
This hatred will end
And one day we will all shine

- signed, Rafiki

i am sorry.
for the times i wanted to
end you.

i am sorry.
for the times i wanted to
hurt you.

i am sorry.
for the times i let my
anxiety
hatred
my pain
depression
determine your well being.

thank you.
for fighting
thank you.
for writing
for joining me on this journey

thank you
for living; breathing

Thank You

One droplet falls
        Two
                Thr...
Catch it
Don't let it go
Hold it tight
Not too tight.
Oh!
Too late.
A wasted drop. Wasted life.
Just.
Like.
Yours.
It slips under you.
You slip over it.
Feel the string tighten around your neck.
"Catch me"
One body falls
        Two
                Thr-