Just hold my hand.

Just hold my shaking hand as I step out of the darkness,
And I will see you.

Just reach out to me in my moment of need,
And I will be yours.

Just follow me through my own demise,
Help me reach the point of shattering.
And I will give to you.

Just push me

And notice me as I fall.

And you can take everything from me.


Watch me fall.


Watch me fall off the edge of this world,
Because this world towers over me.

And I shrink before its height,
Not knowing when to stop hiding.



Just hold my hand
And I will be yours.

Grow with me.

See the  world as a stronger person,
each day.

Together we will take on new actions.

And discover new meanings.

And we will live life to the fullest,

Because we know no other way.

I am a writer.

I mend words until they reach their greatest potential.

And I break the worlds down to become pieces of the puzzle I build,

*Creating something beautiful.

I will fill these pages with my heart.

They beat with me.

So do not bring these worlds to shame,
for they are closer to me than the blood running through my veins.

These pages will be filled.

On them will be my eyes as I see them,

And my world as it will always be.

The only thing that relics my past is the
Same heart pumping blood,
The same lungs breathing air.

The skin on my bones has been
weathered down,
scarred,
and painted with memories.

The lashes of my eyes have shed themselves,
The distance to the ground
constantly changing.

My bones have bent and eroded.
My spine has lurched in order to carry my burdens.
And my brain has begun to burst with all I have conveyed.

Although time affects my body; it only makes my soul expand,
excepting the challenge to grow out of this life,
and into the next.

I am full.
Filled to the top.

Teetering on the edge of my own demise.

If you push me,
I fall.

If your breath,
I jump.

So watch yourself,
because I have lost control.

I am blind.

My feelings have boiled over.

And it feels only human to express them.