Maybe we write to
make ourselves feel better

about the pain,
heartache
and every other
torturous infliction
that gnaws at our insides

Maybe we write to
survive the torture

because,
instead of screaming on the underground
or crying at dinner
we wait for the confines of paper
or thumbs to Notes.

Maybe we write
because we know
nothing else

isn't that ironic?

We know nothing.
Maybe that's why we write.

We are all suns
In our solar system

Some suns are arrogant
Only caring about themselves
They exclaim
"I'm the biggest one!"

And some suns are kind
Hating some
But loving most
They exclaim
"We are all stars
We should all be one"

i was five years-
mabye 8-
i dont know
but i lost him
and i
        lost
              myself
                         too
ah mon grandpere
tu es tres important
je
          deteste
                              toi

why did you leave
i needed you
dad needed you
but most of all
you needed you

need not do a thing
to keep this love burning

just breathe and live
With all the love you have to give

even if it's not for me
let it to bloom where it longs to be

I'll still be happy

why watch my window from the vehicle always playing passenger princess but forgot what it was like to have me next to you

i thought it would be difficult
for me to walk away,
but in truth,
i was already grieving.

— the loss of myself
                — ruled by mercury