I stand in front of a blocked up Broad street, Turned into a high-decibel, 30,000 Pound stage for music and … More
“I’ve got a weight in my heart that shots for a pound won’t fix.”
I struggle to find peace in an inconceivably huge world whose heart has crusted over,
So I seek refuge in the small world of a large bowl,
And try to remind myself that tomorrow is a new day.
“The life of now isn’t anything the me of sixteen could have dreamed of.
But I’m back again, in the bedroom of the person I tried so hard to escape.
I’m sleeping with the shadows and memories of myself.
I’m falling into the same frustrating cycles with my loved ones”
I pace over my torn carpet, taking slow, deep breaths.
I know today is a stress volcano,
But I’m charging myself through its brunt, welding anthem in my pocket, hands first.
“I can do this. I can surmount this. I am strong.”
It was a regular Thursday. Wax oozed from the walls and the pores of our faces. We stepped through the … More
“Hundreds of friends in sight,
There’s no shoulder to cry on.
This isn’t the first I’ve felt scared, alone, in crowds like this
And it won’t be the last.”