I'm the person that's been living under a rock- AND LET ME TELL YOU it's been the best experience but most challenging in my life

Because rocks are overlooked like a lot of human beings, sought under the ground hanging onto their roots- clenching and praying even if they don't believe in anything

Your life will never pause, it'll just tick without your permission, move you along the day at its own willingness

Just shield me from the consequences, feelings, bitter opinions of the roaring audience. Opinions are only opinions until they take form into a rolling ball knocking down all others. Then they are a destruction. Bulging eyes and red cheeks~ you don't have to get so mad. Fires are not supposed to flood our bodies, and I know you want to feel alright. So let us all believe what we want without hurting others

...But you can never be certain

This world is so hard for certain people. Like a sewer inching your way, the same sewer you pretended to push me in, the same sewer I imagined one day falling while riding my bike, and eventually I did. I fell but I had a gut feeling I would. My brain didn't strap down and there I lay on the ground. sprawled like a kid. Because I was. And if the only way to being happy is to be a kid, then I'd definitely hitch a ride on the Lala train. Be more protected. I'd be more protected and care about. What do we care about? I strongly dislike having wider eyes than this universe. It hurts every time I blink

have you ever felt jealous of a connection,
not a person?

..

a melody that wasn't meant for your ears

When you've seen your own devil~
everyone else seems to matter much more

I don't know you as well as I know myself
and I want you to know I want you to smile

I want you to complain about the lines around your mouth, I want you to laugh when you're older that you were so happy

laugh as so and make sure you know that those lines draw the perfect picture
abstract may it be,
but all too beautiful the same

Only one heart beat, some have two
Conjoined love
some people get good morning kisses
others just wake up to the sound of dump trucks
and neighbors kids screaming

I want to be kissed softly again
to know it wasn't just in my head
that people want to be close
people want to be close enough to kiss me

I don't want anything else right now
I'm missing a type of love
one you can only get by a certain type of someone