i dont always try my best
i dont always succeed
i dont always get it right
and thats ok.

noxious words
hang in the air
& cling to your breath
while the rest of us
suffocate

imagine a world
where every season
was even more silent
than the one before

from mother’s purpureal
ruby berries
we nourish ourselves
consuming her tincture of life

my heart is heavy with love
the kind i want to give
but the kind you don’t deserve

There’s no one else
Id rather be tethered to
As I climb life’s mountain.
He is the wind in my sails
and the anchor that I cling to.
He is the one I turn to for guidance
The needle in my compass.
He is the earth to which Im firmly cradled
Bound by his gravity
to be vitalized by his air.

when i see a spider
or i see a snake
i am shackled by fear
and frozen into place
but when i imagine
how the beasts must feel
they’re terribly afraid
to be crushed by my heel
they shield themselves with courage
by channelling their fears
emitting the strongest will to live
on a frequency no one else can hear
so when im feeling down
or feeling out of place
i imagine myself
as the spider and the snake