i change my profile picture often
because everyday I feel a lil' different,
and the thought of being who were i was yesterday just seems like mental imprisonment.
So sometimes it's me at my best,
sometimes ill make a character with my photographs.
other times my heart is trying to scream, so my picture writes a few paragraphs
I,
feel like there are a million me's
and you misunderstand,
so my pictures are like the map to my intellectual wonderland.

T.S.

I've often wondered why the sun has to set,
but lately i've been cursing its rise
for darling I love the way the candle lights your eyes.
I suppose,
I shun the conception that the sun will expose
the intricacies of my insecurities and depths of my woes.
i want to gyrate in my groves
and triumph over my pain
but the weather man in my pupils only predicts rain,
so why does the sun have to rise?
this darkness is a deterrent for my sweltering eyes
and in your perfection, my sweet, i must wear a disguise,
so keep the sun at bay, so my imperfection tries.

T.S