I think I found freedom once. It slipped away as soon as my dirty palms held the message. But I swear it was fucking real. I found the thing that healed me. That brought me peace. Where your mind and body

let me spend my entire life running from you hiding every ounce of myself from that inevitable seemingly forever curtain let me deny you play and pretend around you. let me repress every ounce of your

we can let all of our problems and distant thoughts of past or future heart. let us drift away and live life amongst the waves forever crashing against our own potentials. or learn to move easily with

each breath you take contains an entire world. moving mountains and having the breeze use us to carry every seed and eventual wish to completion.

these words are my matter each vibration of phrase carries an entire universe if you listen closely enough. we can always hear the gods and goddesses speak through us and for us. if only we learned to

if nature teaches us anything it’s that: patience and change are the rules that govern everything look at everest that big ass mountain way taller and bigger than your fears, even that’ll turn to dust

loosen your ties on those rules and sights that say you aren’t perfect. it’s never the shiny glossy surface that holds value, it always runs deeper even when we can’t see it. it’s your flaws that make

if i took the hand of time and let you move through every completed moment and you saw a glimpse of everything you’ve done and didn’t do and you became nothing again when i released the clock and time

it’s all inside and the world is colored by your vision with every second breath and every emotion you choose to dance with. we look outside and strike our claws out against the world tearing and ripping

when you give you matter all of our smallness lives inside us and makes us human. but it can also make us less than too. if we can move afar and away outside of ourselves not as an escape but towards something

if your mind were a jungle would we be walking through your past the well-worn path of mistakes and memories too painful to be forgotten would we lose ourselves within every step and find that inevitable

see how you break like we all do when times spent dancing in the past are no longer enough and the bright souls of the future give us the smallest sense of their wishes we can listen to. we can awaken

we all lose ourselves eventually to life death madness we slip into something greater or smaller than us in and out of form and definition we float on by into another life brilliant darkness or forever

the sweeping hand of fate has its own rules and we can bask under the uncertainty of a great hand gifts or terror all lessons anyways a tiny human mind grasping at the infinitude of potential a great cry

i can ask for every wish in the world and find an eventual tear welling with the sadness that even every new moment will fade, and the slipping tide of life will wash us away into an eventual beginning.

sometimes there’s not a lot to say, and the sour notes of sadness bounce across the tongue and even breathing feels hard, the world seems to sharp brushing up against its edges will surely break us. and

his face was tempered with hard lines and eyes that saw war of all sorts, the kind of passion that was bred into you. the weary will that never stopped even with begging and pleading from the body. —you

finding inspiration amongst the difficult journeys and impossible boulders the paths that seemed blocked by spirits more powerful than us. by gods and goddesses who seek nothing more than purification

we can pretend that breathing is easy, that each moment doesn’t slip away that we don’t regret the unsaid things. that age sweeps through us and builds and blossoms, but the blooming season is too late

we’ve passed through so many towns so many people with lives we’ll never imagine or even touch. we’re small even when we’re great. we can hear the cries of the world, or we hear its songs. whatever sorrows