A prisoner in my own mind.
Trying so hard to break free.
Trying to flee a place of void, with no way in, and no way out.
Standing in total darkness.
How can you runaway from the things in your head,
things that you can’t touch or see, but can hear?
That’s the thing, you can’t.
You can either
continue to fight trying to get rid of them or
you for trying to escape.

The color Yellow taste like joy, and happiness.
Yellow is the sweetness of fresh pineapples.
Yellow tastes like sweet sunflowers in an open meadow surrounded by Tiger Swallowtail butterflies.
Yellow is the freshness of lemonade on a hot summers day.
yellow
Yellow is like the bitter and sour taste of a lemon.
Yellow tastes like a cold  Banana Popsicle.
Yellow tastes like sunshine.

Her spirit is wild and free, like a leaf dancing in the wind. To love her is to hold hands and scream with joy on her roller coaster through life.
Art is what she feels like. Sometimes cheerful with bright  hopeful eyes, and sometimes she’s sad but most of the time she is beautifully herself and that is fine.
She is a splendid whirlpool of love and emotion.
She’s the kind of queen that knows her crown isn’t on her head, but in her soul. She’s the perfect example of grace, because shes a butterfly with bullet holes in her wings that never regretted learning to fly.
She’s a beautiful soul who carries light in her smile and love in her bones.
She reads books as one would breath air, to fill up and live.
She gathers books like clouds, and watches the words as she would as the rain poured down a window.
So who is she you may ask, well that’s easy because
she is me!

It seems you’ve gone away,
never telling when you’ll return,
and as I watched you disappear,
I new that I’ll be left with the ghost of who you used to be.

Now we’re torn apart, and there’s nothing much to do to fix the pieces back.
Just let me go,
because we’ll meet again soon.
Sending a farewell to my friends,
who are forever at peace.
I’m asking you to forgive me for my sins,
would you please?
I’m more than grateful for the times we spent together,
but now my spirits at ease.

These chains hold my deepest darkest secrets,
as it locks me in place.
Each metal ring is a story or secret that's locked together,
never to come apart,
never to be told.
No one seems strong enough to rip these chains apart to free me,
so they must not be strong enough to know my story or secret...

I never knew what self love would feel like.
Let me tell you what it feels like to me.
Its when the sun's rays touches my skin, the warm and welcoming feeling  coursing through my veins.  
Like having a hot cup of tea in the cold of morning with the sun barely peeking through the window.
Its the soft laughter in a quiet place.
Its soft curls dancing the the wind.
Its the warmth in watch your child learning to walk, or seeing the deaf hearing for the first time.
But most importantly it looking in the mirror and seeing the joy, happiness and brightness shining in your eyes, looking right back at you!

Birth, Living, Death.

Life really *****. The sequel: It gets better!

I Love You (the most complicated story)

Who Are You? (amnesia *****)

No More Wifi

Never Give Up!!!

I'll Never Forget  (a loved says before one losing their memory)

I'm So Sorry (a cheater says to their partner)

Everyone Left Again

Im A Fool

Don't Come Back!