Not all rules should be held equal. In fact, there are some that should be broken. Not out of injustice, but out of love and growth. Never out of rebellion but an allowed transgression out of respect. A loved mistake. A gentle hand. *** My mother used to make homemade cookies. Delights that would test…

My heart craves what my mind does not. It craves the quaint and the simple. Doors already left open for me. The inelegant familiar. Removed far away from the state of shock and surprise. The flavors of life I return to a thousand times over. *** My body craves just the basic necessities. An aquarium…

For those currently suffering I pray for you. Hanging on for a better tomorrow. Hanging by a thread that might snap at any moment. For those I know and for those I do not know. With a mind so overloaded or tortured that the thought of tomorrow might be impossible. Having to handle one step…

Not everyone knows your history. The way you move and the manner you speak. They don’t know the challenges you constantly overcome. Or the people that you have had to interact with. Those that were less kind to your face or indirectly. All those that did not have best intentions for you at heart. ***…

This moment, The grouping of time that you lay in, Will not last. Pushed down like the setting sun. A cry that might echo but will change. Cursed to forever fade. *** That good time is doomed to fade to golden memory. A blessing in disguise. Built upon an alter of emotions. An ambrosia that…

There are so many versions of me. People that both exist or might have come to be. Fragments or aspects locked in different futures. Timelines that might have been if I grew up under different conditions. Unburdened by the same shackles or chained in a different location. Traits that exist but might have had room…

I feel the vibration in my chest. That time when I had matched the tone. A harmony that I had aspired to join. A heavenly song that echoes through my being. Bright glow that was the answer to every question I have ever had. Total peace and excitement I wished to stay in. *** Then…

There is always one. And I don’t mean the funny little guys that live under bridges. Though looking for prey all the same. Crouched in a hidden area waiting for people to pass by. Waiting for the perfect target. That single person they can separate away from a group. *** Oh yes, they have specific…

Round and round people go. A cursed wheel that never goes anywhere. Ending up in exactly the same location it was spun from. Stuck in the mud of the ego. Trying to escape pain but finding itself powered by it. Unable to be properly repaired until it stops turning. *** Why does it always fall…