I sometimes forget
that I am human.

I make mistakes
that can be undone.

I forget I am human
because I was raised
to be a robot.

Mistakes were mere
miscalculations, that
resulted in punishment.

I forget I am human
because being human
in my parent's eyes,
is nothing more
than a
miscalculation.

I find the stillness of 3 am to be one of peace, and of unsettling.
Nothing moves
Nothing breathes
Everything is alive
But everything is still

We all wear masks to cover up our
Scars
The cracks we have
The scene we try to forget
But
Someone can see though our masks
And we can't control that

I am in love with music remixes
The beats are like my heart beat
Moving faster and fast until I think I am going to die
Then
At the last second
They drop
And I am sent into the deep whirlpool
Filled with all of my emotions

And just how you can pick out beats in a song
I can pick out heartbeats in my life

My major is business.
Human resources management.
If we are being technical.

But

I'm not fit for it.
I don't like the sterilized world I'm going to enter

I block it out.
Just attend classes.
Trying to reason with my soul.
That what I'm doing.

Isn't going to **** me.

I sometimes think of the flow

That seems to be everywhere

How the energy I feel

Comes from people

Who have no idea

How powerful they are

My favorite part of the day is in the foggy parts of 6 am.
The time you wake up to get ready for work,
Put your jeans on, your socks, and your sweatshirt.
Then, you climb back into bed and wake me up a little bit more.
You wrap me up and hold me tight.
Then the alarm goes off at 6:30 and you put your shoes on and leave.
I go back to sleep and wake up later to get ready for class.
I will always love those bits of time between 6 and 6:30 am,
Because that is the time we share our unspoken love.