I think about my mind as a paintbrush
The strokes uneven
The vision not quite what I had in store
But I keep painting more
I think to myself compulsively
That this this will be lovely
This will be a masterpiece
Others will view what I have created
And will think great thoughts
They feel what I feel
Then I realize that I like the mess that I made
I made something real

There is a confrontation in the mirror
There Is two of me,
But we are not the same
One is blue and one is my pale flesh reflection
I know who the blue is,
She has been there my whole life
She feeds upon my joy and feeds upon my strife
I once named her Laura,
Because I knew that person was not myself
I know who I am,
I have gotten that part figured out
I am strong, I am happy, I am going to go places in this life
But laura isn’t going to go anywhere,
And maybe that’s why she is blue
Because someday she is going to die
The medicine will **** her,
My therapy will **** her
I’m sorry Laura, you will no longer be a part of me
Does that make me a murderer?
Is that justified to **** that piece?
I close my eyes, the phoenix insides rises
Out of the ashes that was once the barron land of my mind
Laura is no longer there,
I have defeated a beast that I treated as a friend for far too long
You see Laura was just my depression
Laura was just my panic disorder
Laura was an attachment
Laura was never me
And now I can finally be happy

I like the art of questions
I like to know more
Look into their soul
Through their eyes and lips
And finally their answer
Because the words are not always the tell all I have found out
It’s not that they’re telling me a lie
It’s just more they need to share about
I live to see that spark of passion
To see the warmth in their presence
Have you ever felt that?
Have you ever noticed?
Have you ever bothered?
So few actually want to know if one prefers tea or coffee
If they have a favourite book that’s now raggedy
I am a curious soul
It will **** the cat in me
Good thing I have nine lives
**** them all off with all my questions
My mothering to actually know who you are
You may never see it from my side
Because when I ask questions
My eyes start to get wide
I become a sponge
And remember that your first memory
Was the soccer game that you won
I never want to forget,
I want to know more
I adore these questions
They’re like tiny lessons
Of who the person is on the inside
So there is one thing I can ask of you,
Would you like to tell me about you?