Your whispers keep me alive in the moments that I can't breathe,
I tread lightly following; your footsteps to the unseen.
The havoc in my mind dwindles with your every touch,
I claim you in my heart but, your eyes only reach her.

Still naive, I solemnly weave myself  lies,
Not all love lasts, but I pray you will see mine.
In the distant future, when all your lovers wither into the snow,
I hope you will hear my lullaby and claim it to be your home.

a being that is easy to anger
is easily controlled

our minds are an object of great power
so much so
that those whose veins run with greed
seek to manipulate that power into theirs
by stealing the currency of others
which is attention
this is then used to create neural pathways that flow with
self hatred
jealousy
envy
insecurity
unattainable beauty
great sadness
and the more these messages are seen
the more the subconscious becomes defiled
the mind is then rendered weak
until it becomes aware of its power
and desires to transform itself
neuroplasticity
it gives hope to those who believed
that there was none left for them

there are people less qualified than you
doing the things you wish to do
the only difference
they believed in themselves
you did not
this is an idea that spoke to me in volumes
when i first heard it
my wish for you
dear reader
is that you find the courage
to believe in yourself