Scars,
the medals of your life.
Wear them proudly.


Shell ✨🐚

A friend of mine calls
In the stormy night
She cries on the phone
Says she wants a lover

She's afraid of being on the run
She says she can't be on her own
She needs someone to hold her close
I can't let her go

She lets me be her only recluse
Soon she will have to choose
It will tear us apart from inside
We'll share hearts that have died

We will be singles on this night

I know she's scared and doesn't trust
I know she thinks that I can change
But, I can't change the way I feel
I see just the two of us

It's tense, I tell myself quickly
I'll tell you, no matter how you tell it
There's no way to run from the truth
She knows it too

We're like two parallel lines
Never bound to meet
Except when we look back in time
They seem to fall into line

We will both be singles on this night

I seek comfort
In my regular life
From memories so alive

empty words
pass as winter wind
sapping strength

Cynicism and idealism are two sides of the same coin; this pattern appears in young idealists. The intellectuals are cursed by knowledge. They use the privilege of education to question the government. Full of vigor and all for change. But, doing little to bring it.