do you ever feel like your incapable of loving,
because you feel like you could never love someone like you used to love another?
like your fear has made a bar that you can touch but not surpass,
like nothing will ever match how you used to feel?

a sight to see,
the beauty yet to be,
thrilling chase—surpass,
wonders, waiting to blast!

I cant read
my hyperactivity prohibits my concentration
it is implied
i am always doing something
whilst feeding my procrastination

if i do not like what i do
if there is no reason at all
why should i be dissarayed?
from my creativity
my passion
my love

they say there is no way out
condemnation is our only reality
I only believe in what I have to say
I say we should all keep fighting

whatever is your present
too gloomy
too bad
too shallow
there is always a spec of hope
a glimpse of light
a reason to shine

There is always a tomorrow