Hi, I'm Sam, i was born on August 13, which makes me a Leo. I learned to swim at 3 and have been drowning since I discovered love.
I like gymnastics, Italian food, and pretending I'm okay,
I hate Isaac Newton, because I don't believe gravity accelerates objects at the same rate; I always seem to fall faster than everyone else... And the ground has become a familiar taste on my tongue.
I've fought with demons and they've left their marks on me.
I love oceans, mountains, heights, probably because I often like reckoning with forces that can easily destroy me.
I have a motion sensor smile, and a false aura of happiness.
I'm envious of my shadow because he never suffers through dark times.
I'm a hopeless romantic that is always too hopeful, and my heart is glass and has shattered in fragments, scattered miles apart, being held on too by the women who used the word "always" but didn't understand what that means, they hold on to them the way a scared child hangs on to a branch before they fall out of a tree
My biggest fear is being alone, probably because I don't find myself worthy of my own love
I don't care about myself as much as I should, because I believe there is no reason to fix equipment that's out of date
I have been gifted with luxuries many suffer without and selfishly take them without second thought, like a man who thinks his gold doesn't shine bright enough
I am a prisoner in my own mind, I can never seem to escape in fact it only gets worse you see, depression has sized control of my mind the way Katrina dominated New Orleans, memories are the scars that are permanently inflicted, the wardens that ruthlessly hold me captive in my own living hell
I believe in God but not in an ordinary way, I believe God does not actively watch over us, but makes us what we are, and how we are to affect eachother
Depression actively fluctuates in and out of my life like a high and low tide trying to flow blood out of my skin
I see myself as a work of art that was given up on, maybe could be great, but my artist decided it wasn't worth the time
I find myself often wishing I was made for more than I am
Hi, I'm Sam, I'm a poet, I write about things I am too weak to face, I'm not happy and I've been given up on, but my heart is still beating, and as long as it's going, I'll keep moving forward and see how far I can get until I drop off the earth, and I'm spoken about in a low whisper, until i'm eventually forgotten about completely.