One is never truly alone and neglected
if the sun kisses your face,
the wind creeps into your pores,
the moon shines her light on you,
and if the stars follow you wherever you go.
For you see, if even these things notice you,
then you're not truly alone now, are you?

I think I have writer’s block.
Please, make this stop!
My brain feels like it’s on lock.
I can’t find the exact words to say;
This is torture and pain.
This is probably the result of veering out of my lane.
God, please make this stop!
Writer’s block isn’t for me,
for it limits my liberated, poetic being.

and when you said
laughter is like a foreign language
i imagined that i was
teaching you how to
speak it