conceding to your ‘brokenness’

your ‘inabilities’

bullshit. you are smarter than that. better.

don’t cut off your finger and say you can’t write.

you should not be your own confinement. we fight for freedom, don’t fight against yourself for something you already possess.

you are not as feeble as your ego. make it a reflection, not a distortion.

please love. please realize. please hope.


my world is very small.

pressing my cheek into the cool ground, imagining it could melt and i would melt and we would meld and i’d find the stability that i hover overtop of.

disconnected. bare feet and bright skin and lively eyes are removed from earth. reality is now the dream. i float in the abyss of silence.