Billions of light years,
In night’s fantasy converge;
Cosmic illusion!

A musical treat,
One billion neurons  play ball;
Ecstasy defined!

Current book is about to put in safe keeping,

waiting the new book of a 365 pages,

a new beginning,

a new list of book of ages.



Plan must be planned beforehand,

claim must be claimed and –

Proof must be proved again,

do all you can, so much for what will you gain,

no more sad onomatopoeia, no more suffering in pain.



Possibilities are yet to come,

hope versus expectation – both will never promise the outcome,

A billion dollar started with a single penny,

A master once a newbie,

Walking in failure is part of recipe,

to reach a delightful biography.



TWO hands & two legs,

THOUSAND wrong steps,

AND almost time having a big mistakes,

EIGHTEEN years old’s dreams – current broken dreams closed the drape,

2018 is our sweet escape.

I stole some underwear on a whim
but also cuz I didn't have much money
more than most tho

Someone told me they stole cheese

People put avocados through as potatoes cuz they're not affordable

I knew someone who paid for about a third of the bras they took and stole the rest so that they would be a more affordable price

Maybe things shouldn't be cheaper but wages should definitely be higher.

Our hospital is dying with the people within,
the concrete flakes like dying skin.

We spend $3billion dollars on defence annually.
I saw 'we' when I never chose that, I would never agree to it.
They say 'defence' when it's an imperialist war project by the West.

I wonder whose suffering is propping up whose suffering and
how all that suffering is propping up someone else's profit.

I wonder how sufferers might forge some sense of solidarity
and overthrow the poor mongers, the war mongers together.

'Cause when I say, "Go to sleep,"
It means, "I love you."
Or when I tell you to eat,
That means, "Hey I care."
When you tell me that you love me,
and,
I call you an idiot,
That's me saying it back but with the equivalence of stupidity.
You are the reason I stay awake at night and dream with my eyes open,
You are the stars in my dark sea that I have been constantly trying to drown myself in,
You are,
For Gods sake's,
My Planet Earth because what else is going to supply me the oxygen I need when my brain says,
"Don't breathe."
You make me not want to die when all I could think of is dying cause you know,
Depression.
You are my alarm clock to when I sleep in,
My everyday phone call,
My back up plan when my back up plan needs a back up plan.
There are a billion of people out here that could have chosen me to deal with but you,
You at least tolerate me.
Thank you for the tolerance, at least.

Billions and billions
Of possibilities
In a restless, uncertain world.
Your eyes meet mine
And I couldn't think
Of another pair
That could make me
As certain.


-- Eleanor