My skin and blood jumps
My mind doesn't
Obedient, well trained.
Does it mean I know what's going on.
No.

It is a change of faith
maybe the loss of.
Maybe in the books
within history.

Her story may be found.
At the bottom of a well
we shall know now
what comes of her

Let her out
I know she's still there now
Let her out
Tell her "come to the breeze"

Your internal hell
Doesn't have to be faced at the bottom
of a well.

Come to the breeze

She and I, are one
We will both be okay

I know that now.

Please, let her out.

I cannot find
the strength to
Shut my eyes hard enough.
Seeing the discourse
Disheartens me, but
it is necessary.
A conversation ever-going
Becoming more and more complex.
Complexity is the future.
Everyone will want to simplify
to make it easier for they to swallow.
You can't always swallow the hardest pills. Possibly, it may go up the
***.
None the less it is going somewhere.
Progress, hunty

to only feel optimism is ignorant. We experience so much more. Happiness is a choice? That's repression. Bottling up.
to explode in a public space is seen as unhealthy.

That is in the end to feel something in the moment honey. We got those feelings. Express it. So someone else can understand

Whenever I see a queer person of color
I hide the comments section.
No love there.
My optimism is *******.
Everyday I see these
influential warriors
fighting for there voice.
Many enemies.

Nothing but hate

I love you!
Great and valiant fighter
Go on and create.
As will I!
If you do too

Was this a night mare
Was this a movie
What was this memory
I remember so well.
( Was this a memory?)

When you've been living in a daze
everything is too close to a dream.
When you're in a dream, have you ever thought about anyone else .

I had the thought of rethinking what I knew.
I knew now everything, wasn't exactly as it was . Or was it?
I don't remember, should I care?

Why does it hurt?

wake up
get up
drink up
not awake yet,
still chasing conciousness.
lips grey and eyes sunken
living my big bright
blur of a life