My most favorite thing
Is when they still have long hair
And dress like guys do now
Not super baggy pants
But not form fitting either

And you take them to bed,
Or, knowing stems,
They take you to bed.
And all that manliness
About them is still
Just barely there,
In the ***** of their shoulders
And the way their hands touch you

But then they get undressed
And it's the most beautiful
Combination
Of boy and girl.
They're so fresh and confident
But not cocky

They're respectful and talented
And it's like they try to only
Show the manly side

But then you get into bed
And it's like unwrapping
A present
That only gets better
Every time you unwrap it

A little piece of their femininity
Uncovered just for you,
In that moment only.

If no one ever told you that you breathe an invisible gas at all times and it is always surrounding you, then it would have absolutely no meaning.

You wouldn't appreciate the value of it until you're gasping for it and begging.

I remember the day you left. You walked out of the room and I watched as all the oxygen followed you until there was nothing left.

Some people never get to see what it looks like in a room with no air, gravity left and the pain was too much to bare.

Face turning blue, everything floating around the room, I wonder if I was more worried of getting my breath back or you turning around and coming back.

As I float off, ready for the inevitable, everything slams to the floor as you run threw the door! I inhale deeply and before I can exhale you say "sorry, I forgot my shoes!"

I am lost in my own thoughts
Lost in my own imagination
Lost in my world
Life seems to pass me by
for I gallivant in the bushes, searching
soul searching
I fail to find the I in me
There  are many I's in me that I can not recognise the real I
Rituals ,customs,ceremonies
I still can not find myself
I think I forgot myself when I was adopting
the I's I met along the way
It was so easy to pick up them
Was it because I never knew the real I in me ?
Was it because I detested the I, I saw in the mirror ?
Was it because I never had the I in me ?
I am a lot of people in me
Every mirror shows a different reflection of me
I feel clouded
Who am I?
I am in danger of not knowing which I in me is me
Who am I?
I am lost in my own territory

Blankets
Movies
Hot chocolates

My day was so chill until I got home and turned on the news
Death, death, politics, sports, death.

It made me realise how lucky I really am
To live in a safe home, with friends, familys, food and no war

For that I'm grateful.