In a world of millions,
In a place of thousands,
You are one in a billion.
You say you are nothing much.
As simple as pen and paper.
As plain as the ice on those frostbitten days.
Though you don't seem to know...
Pen and paper, though they appear simple-
are something I have always adored.
You are something I have always adored.
And as for those frostbitten days...
Those days when my fingers go numb after the seconds outside.
Those days where my whole body is cold.
I cherish those days;
As I am grateful that I have a warm place to return.
I am grateful for you.
So my love.
The one with the deep brown eyes.
The eyes captivate me daily.
You may think you are plain and simple-
But you are so much more than what you see.

I have been so depressed today. I’m going to be 26 soon. So much time has passed. I don’t know where I thought I’d be at this age, but I’m here. Happy thanksgiving, love 🖤

Although I hate
I don't wish ill on other
sometimes I do though
Either way, there are times
when ill wishes for us

And though this is the case
don't look up
for if you look up
                       you will create a second mask
                                                           but fear not
                      This is not a guide
instead this is just but a hindrance
that I shall impose on thee
For I am not omniscient
nor
objective

I am just a fool born with their confidence
so that is why I trust that you see
and believe me when I say,
don't look up

You would need to break you neck in order to look up
now with all these excuses in your head

                                        Look up
For you are not done yet
you are just like the others
                                        So reach
for everything you can
from the galaxies,
to the teary moon you see

for We are waiting
for We are who have gone through mediocracy
and a cold part of hell
for We are not done yet with everything

What is new?
My eye knows your view
And remembers your way

To talk and explain
To say how you are weak
I fell in that plan

When then I see
You, I forget
And listen to you again

I fell in that plan
As I forget everything
And remember any thing

Belongs to your smart

Small, weightless forms
Yet striking with such force
Be it blood, rain or something else
Little drops carry so much

So much meaning, the small drops
Be it us, be it the world
The droplets of this earth
They are what makes it work

They're the substance of it all
Little bricks that build our reality
For us to be whoever we want
Or anything, in actuality

It's all those small details
That bring us closer
For at the core of our souls
We are just many, many droplets.