I know you tired
now they taken
you legs
you looked tired
as you lay facing
the window
I know you just want
rest and to finally
hold grandma's hands
and tell her you have
lived to see four generations
and misses her
I know grandpa, I know

right now I am on the edge
of everything that matters

my hands are bleeding and
I am doing my best

but I cannot hold the walls
any longer, I can smell it
crumbling

right now, I feel like stepping
over the edge

I think the truth is we all want to be heard,
seen and loved
and so no one is left to listen, to look and love..

kan gura kuum bere pule raka
sa shea via pa soloso pia???
hita va lengu tinoni hua
tintogha san hua Gngana

raka chinoko
kani shea taku raka
pa soloso pia
chinoko kani noro

if I have the chance to write
a letter to my younger self
i know i have so much
to write, mistakes that I've made
and roads i should never have walked

but i will just leave this small note
"you will be just fine"

I think the truth is,
we are all a little fraction of broken
in one way or another.
And there might be something significantly beautiful
in that unspoken darkness.