We’re all mad, the world is full of madness. We’re all scared, the world is a scary place. We all fall down, the world is full of many bumps. We’re all lonely, the world is full of loneliness. We all have doubts, the world is full of negativity. Point is, the world is full of everything you feel so don’t feel alone because there’s about 7 million other people out there and you’re never alone.

once you wrote a poem
about my sun-golden
green leaves
green and gold
trees bursting from the ground
i don’t remember the words
but i remember the feeling
of being twelve, thirteen,
a woman-child
uncertain and unhappy
feeling the brief beauty
of pencil to paper
my birthday present.