I want a kind person to see me struggling
Not by me showing them
But by simply observing
And care
And ask if they can help
Sometimes they can
And sometimes they can't
But that itself
Is enough for my heart

maintain your innocence for as long as you possibly can

the world is a horrible place

it's somehow poetic.
how the world burns with passion
amidst the ******* that everyone does.
streaks of gold of all the fuckery people consume through their everyday lives.

some find good in bad people, an altruistic ruse of a *******.
some find bad in good people, creating jealousy of lowlife *******.
the world's turning to ****.

the world will burn, with ashes as soft as the gentle falling snow.
the stars will crash down upon our God forsaken earth.
say your prayers before going to hell, you selfish *******.

worship the flame for the end of days.
incarcerate yourself, shackle your soul to the embers of doomsday.
say your goodbyes to the people you hold dear.
you will soon be one with the stars.
an everlasting being.

She was giddy
A sparkle laying behind her eye
When surrounded
by collections
Collections, crafted and created by her
A few Trinkets,
A handful of Treasures
And a steaming cup of tea