To prove
Is to reach.

To defeat
Is to accomplish.

To accept,
Is to be set free.

Confused and dark
Time slipping away with every blink
Holding my head trying to find reality
But there is you
My reminder this is real
This feeling will fade
With the confidence it brings
Anxiety and depression with the waves
I panic
Is this real?
The smoke and the high?
Me kissing your lips and savoring the sweet.  
I touch your chest
This doesn't feel real
But it will fade
But, god did I get lucky to have you
Through the smoke and the high

i think i kinda love you
i think it's kind of real
i think i can't accept it
i think i don't know what i feel
i think i don't think enough
i think i think too much
i think i've forgotten how live
i think i need to feel your touch

Breathe in.
Pause.
Hold in the air that makes you stronger.
Pause.
Exhale all the worries you trap deep down in your soul where no one ever sees.
Close your eyes and stay still.
Float within your own consciousness.
You are one with who your want to be,
And when you open your eyes, I hope you wake to a new reality.


When You have sadness in your heart i know because I can feel it sleeping out your pores.
You act like you’re invincible,
But hiding from how you feel won’t change how you feel.
It won’t make you anew
You must come to terms with who you are in order to continue.
You need to communicate all that you want to be to yourself.
You are capable of so much more.
I pray that we find peace.

Do you know how much it took out of me to give you
pieces of me that
I,
Till this day,
cannot accept?

-You may have a way with words, but you also have a way of freeing me from my own demons.

and that's why..

I really don't want to let you go.

Sara I. Raad