Mother moon are you tired from looking down upon us?
Tired of kissing the same stars to your left and right.
Glowing just as pale white as the moon and
the milk that the kittens drink.
I want a new view.
A new room full of people I don't know,
new puzzles to figure out and
new fitting pieces to find.
I'm still searching.
Understand why the moon could go missing
from the night sky, for
everyone needs to see things in new ways,
I want to search the whole sky before I stay.

I am happy.
I love my life.
I love my friends.
I love the stupid drama my friends cause.
I love the seasons and the distinct smells of each one.
I love the sky and all of its colors.
I love the world and all of its misery.
I love life, and I will love every waking moment of it.
I am happy, and I'm okay.

I fell into the deepest sleep
beneath last winter's ice.
All was lost around me
and my heartbeat slowed
almost to a stop.
But you were there,
sharing your warmth
to keep us both alive.
Spring came about
and thawed us out
left drowning in our thoughts.
But now you're gone.

Next winter will behold no savior,
But a new layer of ice.

The meaning of life is not to "give life meaning" as tumblr and other social media suggest. contrary to popular belief, there is no true meaning of life. This a violently controversial topic that is oh so misunderstood. There's no reason for anything, no purpose for anyone. Instead of trying to apply meaning to life you must take a step back and accept the unavoidable truth. That we are cosmic dust, sitting on a slightly largest spec of cosmic dust. the very foundations of our existence are based upon this lie of purpose, and an unwillingness to accept there is no purpose to anything. Life is to be appreciated, not questioned, so we should just sit back and explore the endless possibilities of the gift of life that some higher power has lent to us.

The sky is red
The Earth is flat
Life is eternal
I am over you

That familiar feeling
furious elation flows through your veins
with a hint of regret
and a touch of sadness
who am i to judge
who's anyone to care

something you would never imagine happening to you
happens
you never thought it would ever matter to you
what other people say
think
whisper
but when its part of who you are
and people try and say they know you
understand it?
when they don't
judge it?
you don't know me
who i am
what i go through
what my back round is
we live in a world of judgement
i dont have control over it
neither do you
dont make assumptions about who i am
without knowing me
it hurts to get pushed into something
releasing something of yourself
that you might not realize yourself completely
it got taken out of me
almost like my entire life being put on display
did i ever think it would happen
no
did it
yes
i am proud of who i am
that doesnt give you the right to push me to a place im not at yet
a place i dont feel comfortable yet
a small little comment
travled your world in one night
you all know me
as a build board sign
not as who i am
you pushed me there
to that point
im out