Every opportunity to share time with you is a blessing

Each moment is a cherished treasured

Each breath to breath in your presence is a gift

Your benevolence is unmatched

Your character is interstellar

Your personality is brighter than the stars

I adore you

I love you

Better there isn’t better because you are the BEST. The trials you go through do not change that fact, I only see you becoming stronger as you endure these obstacles and grow from them. If you saw yourself as I see you, it might shock you. I just needed to say that.

As I am expected
To be the best person
To hold the ideals
To follow Societie’s rules
To break bonds that boast
I am expected to become
To be strong
To never show what I feel
To bury the sadness
To uphold my honor
To defend the weak
To turn the other cheek
As I am expected
To conform to this broken world
I do not agree

To the trenches we go

Tangles of the past are coy to the present

Choices of left and right

To choose to leave it all behind

To wipe the tears from my eyes

To let go with regret

Unable to move

Unable to choose

I’m trapped in this nightmare

entre la espada y la pared

You spring toward the door, the fire pushes against the door

Each breath you take consumes your life in ash.

You cannot see the light as the smoke fills the room.

The heat rages on, pushing against your face,

Harder and harder, you reach for the door.

Breaking past the flames, you dance with the fire.

You reach the front of the house.

Everything is covered in ash, burning in flames.

You cannot escape the heat anymore.

The sky is gleaming in shades of fiery reds.

The panic has ensued. Torture is the day.

The end of the world has come.

Can you escape the inescapable?

Born to breed we aren’t free

We copy and paste the notion of freedom

What you see in front of you is desire

Only to take in each motion frankly

Never to see the truth in the light

The light that will set you free

Born to feel wanted to belong

Living to reach what you are after

Only to see that your glass is empty

Reaching to others for the full

You only have a beat to the heart that is yours

Fill your own glass

We think in that moment

The trigger, the motive, the emotion

You cry of sadness, strife, stress

It is not that moment

The tears that depart are a reflection

They are you, yourself, your past

Each droplet holds a memory of you

In happiness, laugher, joy, sadness, anger

They are a culmination of your life and events

The trigger is not your why you cry

But a memory of your life in this same event

The day ever so bleak in darkness as the air pushes against the charcoal black curtains. To block out the light during mid-day in June, if you must ask. The cool air pushes against my face as the humming of the air-conditioniner marches on. The cats run through the room casting shadows on the buttermilk white walls. A single light in the room, ever so tiny yet enough to remind the hope that still exists. My skin pressed against the blankets, clinging on to the warmth. It feels like winter, yet far from it. The slow blinking light of a laptop put to sleep, waiting to run its computations in ones and zeros. On and off, yes and no, if only life were so simple. My thoughts bounce back and forth, never finding a landing. My cat jumps in the bed, purring louder than the noise from the air-conditioning. He comforts me as he sees the gloom in my eyes. Jumping into my blanket he finds solidarity, just as I do. We sit there thinking of the possibility of what hope we have. The sounds of the cars passing by make it seem like life is normal again. Yet the pandemic has caused my reality to shift, in my room I wait. The time will come when the choices to be made will be in the Sun. Where I can lay in the grass and gather the warmth to my soul. Where I can sit in the rain and feel every drop of rain crash against my skin. Someday soon. For now I will be like ice, waiting to be melted and flow once more.

It came as a thought, not to

The bridge of my mind, the intensity

Slowly I felt like I was loosing the reigns

To never feel the same as before

The anxiety is at bay, but my mind is lost

For hope is apparent but the withdrawal is numbing,

The senses of my reality mold into chaos as I don’t want to move

They break like thousands of glasses being destroyed

All my senses are heighten like someone was sitting on me the whole time,

My eyes feel like they cannot see straight

I cannot concentrate, the absence of the draw is overbearing my thoughts

How the pain is a headache that feels like it won’t go away forever

I just want my normality again.

Make this go away..