I'm coming out..... into something greater, something I've never known before, I'm coming into a greater version of myself. I'm ready.... I can depend on me... I'm ready to fly, I'm ready to be free. I'm coming into a greater version of myself..... a greater version of me. Walking, into me free.... for me and no-one else; I'm Coming Into A Greater Version of Myself.

I don't know where or why I fell down again it's like sadness is an inescapable stalking fan but that's when I pickup this old reliable pen it's old and tested but its always gotten the job done so now I need to confront these feelings with an ink loaded gun.

breathe

Let me start by saying I love my family and I know that they do mean well but sometimes they unintentionally put me through hell first off I don't mind helping with basic maintenance my grandpa is getting up in age so like dollars it makes sense
But why is it I'm always the number one draft pick for every single job?
The very least you can do is offer to help him out my god!

Secondly, to my aunt who I show the utmost respect towards
I know you want the best for me but meddling in my life while letting yours fall down the tubes can win you some Darwin awards.

I hated that I had to write this but I needed to get this of my chest,
So maybe me putting this into verse was for the best

you make my heart feel
like it's being submerged in sweet agony
and tender love

it's such a contradicting feeling
that one would think it hurts

but it reminds me that you chose me
and i'm choosing you too

Outside of town
with insect rhythms playing
the moon hides dark
giving the stars the stage.
They dash across the night
leaving fire in their wake.
The dipper rests above
a perfect outline of the trees.
Step up to form seven stars,
the seven precious gems
that never deplete.
Yet in the serenity
a single thought becomes.
If only I could share with you
everything that I have seen.

The truth is
An abyss
Between two

I am a ghost
Unseen
In the fog

She is words
Rising up
Standing tall

I am clothed
In accepted
Social norms

She is naked
In the eye
Of a storm

I am cautious
to think
before I speak

She is wild
spilling out
everything

I am
her worst
enemy

She is
screams
from captivity