the chalk is mine
our minds were conditionedthose first few years Innundated with informationBehaviors and habitsIdeas of life and loveTold what we can and cannot doTold who we could…
our minds were conditionedthose first few years Innundated with informationBehaviors and habitsIdeas of life and loveTold what we can and cannot doTold who we could…
i wasted so much timetrying to make people carewhen they didn't attempting to control the outcomewhen i couldn't grasping for strawswhen there were none left…
i stay for some timeand then move onit was never meant to be permanenti was only passing by but it's been valuablei've discovered some answers…
We kept goingHigher and higherI couldnt bare to look forwardMy back was facing yoursAfraid that id fallIf i let myself seeA slight glanceEvery now and…
water flows down the rivereach dropa single moment in timeand just like thatit's somewhere else a small part of a larger collective wholehere then thereeverywhere…
the path is pavedfrom the soles of our feetour soul in each step along the waywe're greeted by other travelerswho may join usfor a moment…
i use my wordsto express my truth and as much valueas i place on what i sayit's hard to fully trustthe words of others lies…
my days all feel the samea repetitive patternbut my mind is always different and somehowmonotony isn't as mindlessas I had once thought it's the small…
One of the most frustrating aspects of growing up in an abusive household is that it's extremely difficult for you to convince others that abuse…
Putting hope on a pedestalAlthough it's fallen off in the pastMaybe this timeThings might be differentTorn betweenAccepting the minimumAnd the beliefThat maybe i deserve moreTrying…