In the midst of searching
for myself.
I found you.
And now
I've forgotten
what I was looking for
to begin with.
But I've found myself a purpose.

Suddenly, the need to hold and be held surges through me like a familiar electric feel.

The monsters are back again with no forceful intent, only to remind me how this is all too real.

How have I effortlessly allowed you to crawl in and break open a forgotten shrouded seal.

You have unmasked me and now I am vulnerable, I hope you did not come to ****.

Take me back to the days
where i was careless and free.

when the wind was what pushed
me as i ran across fields

when the stars were bigger and
i stood for justice for who went first on slides

days i did not understand
why there were any reason to fight

i wanna go back to the time when
i believed my folks knew what they were doing

where every word they said were
of wisdom and every bit of it deemed true

if you can take me back
i wish to bring my brother

for the playgrounds now come in forms of pills and potions
and i, the fearless, am scared shitless that i might not know what to do.

to keep him safe here.

I'll shave the lions mane
Dare me and I'll do it
Fight a million Cobras?
Headfirst into the pit

I fear not pain nor suffering
For my heart is but a stone
I could survive amongst the billions
And I'd strive being alone

My heart and mind is strong
But weak is my mere soul
The suffering it has plowed through
Has thus turned it cold

Searching far and wide
Not a thing could cause reform
For a clear location untold
Where lies another's warmth

As of now,
you are like Schrodinger's cat to me.
Both good and bad
if I don't take a look.
But could it be
that the outcome might be judged
by my actions too?
Or am I foolish to think
that me being good
will result in
your reciprocation of good?
And in this confusion
in search of truth,
I too am Schrödinger's cat,
both alive and dead
at the same time.

Why do you still sit there
Don't you know you don't belong?
Wait, don't get up.
Maybe if you stayed, it wouldn't  be wrong.
Does it make sense,
if I want to finger draw incoherent lines down your spine?
But I don't want to touch you.
Cause I have to stop wanting what isn't mine.