This generation is the selfie nation,
Taking pictures of the dying, digitization,
This generation is the generic nation,
Cancelling history and subjects, Salvation,
This generation is the death nation,
Being overweight is healthy, becoming purgation,
This generation is the stronger nation,
Deeming everything offensive, becoming manipulation,
This generation is the hateful nation,
Hating the own agnations,
This gerenation is the end nation,
Pushing and pushing, damnation,
This generation is the promoting nation,
Gender Swap, ***, paedophilia, pushing all these, Arbitration.
This genernation is the activism nation,
Save the Earth, making change that still damages the Earth, ruination.
This generation is the we won't do this nation,
Won't go to war to fight for others, pure negation,
This generation is the nation,
The eldery generation regrets fighting for their foundation,
This generation is the Anti-Homosexuality nation,
That still disowns there child for there sexuaility, Affirmation,
This generation who is fighting LGBTQ Rights Nation,
Hating those who refuse to date the same *** hating religion, so **** condamnation.
This generation scream Black Lives Matter Nation,
Reducing Police Brutality, improving lot more crimes, congratulation,
This generation fighting for women right nation,
Taking away male rights, instead of alterations and collaborations.
This generation is the older nation,
Bullying, lies and caring nation, Allocation,
This generation is the end nation,
Death filtration of the world's creation.
This generation buid this nation,
They have to learn to live with the cermation.

I once said I was on cloud nine, but who's counting, anyways? I would, but, you see, I have too many things to tell you at once, more than I can count one one or two or six thousand hands - even still, the sun in your hair is doing a pretty good job of saying the words that they haven't made up for you yet. In my mind, the world would be happier it they'd stop looking for heaven in the sky because the universe that exists where my fingertips stop and your skin starts is not clothed in all white and there are no pearly gates but in this small fraction of a moment, nobody is dying. In some way, something taught us to tilt our heads back and stare at the starry expanse of the celestial universe above us as though we were looking for the answers to every thing we've ever been to afraid to ask but, in my peripheral vision, something about you glittered and my neck was tired from staring and calling out to whatever existed beyond our world and getting a divine busy tone, it was nice to see something beautiful in these human realms, for once. So if there is room to buid even the smallest shelter in the spaces between the small spaces in your teeth, I promise to construct one out of gentle words; if there was a scripture to make the veins under your skin sing praises a little louder, then I would write and rewrite the Bible until my hands bled. Just let me be the reason you are hungry but do not starve, let me show you the way that a body can unfold without crumpling first; I will trace a pattern onto your skin without so much as a single sound, but still, it could, perhaps, be something close to music.

Forever.. He doesn't believe in the weird idea of forever nor would he ever make you believe anything otherwise

He wouldn't gift you roses with the assurance that the petals would never wither nor would he show you a sunrise with a lie that the sun would never set

He would rather tell you that the roses would wither some day but the smell of his hands would never escape the dried petals and he'd hold your hand and dance all through the evening like the next morning would never ever arrive

He would make you a cup of coffee every time it rains while you sit by the windowpane, enjoying the raindrops rolling down the glass and he'd hold you firm and kiss you deep like it is the last drizzle of the year so that he could fill your lungs with the smell of petrichor

Forever.. He doesn't believe in the weird idea of forever because he constantly lives with the fear that he's running out of moments. Moments to see your gorgeous smile. Moments to drown into your ocean like eyes. Moments to taste heaven on your lips. Moments to hold your hand in public. Moments to sleep on the moonlit terrace and see the nightsky or moments to sit by you and see the rain falling on the windowpane and hence, he lives each and every moment that he gets with you so he could buid houses of memories in your city of nostalgia.. Houses that would never weaken nor colapse with the onslaught of time

It's a cycle, is it not?
When everything is going perfect for you,
A wall in your perfect castle will fall,
And you will rebuild it.
Maybe another will fall while you buid,
So you build that one.
And then maybe another,
So you build and build and build
Until the castle is whole again.
And then they will fall.

Round we had he moment


moment, moment moment

closure clour closure,


I held him close and wiped his tear, occationally,

I helped buid his shlter, fine

don't you see the wall?

going from lake to lake...

help me understand this buzzing

this echo chamber, glee out of misery

******!  Hell!  OHOHHH