You remind me of Chai tea.

You're warm, and sweet, and you make me want to curl up with you on a rainy day, tangled in bedsheets and watching the rain pitter patter on the window, in my pajamas and my hair piled up atop my head, listening to soft music that speak of lazy love and croon of kisses.

You make me think of tan sweaters and unrecognizable spices, alluding to all the mystery I don't know and want to know, devouring you like I would a good book on a crisp autumn day. You make me want to take a road trip to a forest where the fog comes meandering in, and I sit in the backseat, talking about life-to me, to you, or my non-metaphorical, quite literal, tea.

You make me want to slow down, and sit in a coffee shop and work on a book, or admire the chipped mug that you came in.

You remind me of Chai tea, and all that we could be.

Step by step
Thoughts wiping tears
I am just a child can't handle that
Its does not make me a man , I'm still a ****** child with an abused life
I still want to be a child , I still want to get unto the house and see Nobody cry . **** ... !!
How should  I write it
Where i should post it  
Who gonna read it , who gona feel it .

                         But too late now

I am a man now
Who is getting a baby now
I hope you can feel me now
I hope i can be free from this period now

my illness is something that is apart of me.
it is solely not me.

it is not the only thing i focus on.

whenever i tell someone i suffer from a mental illness, they have more questions then i can count. also including some accusations and negative comments.

but if i tell them about me, they reply with a "cool" or a "nice." and don't seem interested at all.

everyone seems more interested in MY mental illness, not ME.

i am not my illness.

i don't say "hi, i'm depression"

no.

i do say "hi, i'm laura"

yes i have an illness, it is a part of me.

but not me

He's a really short guy
With a huge *****
A surprise to all who see
Here's this tiny man
And his ****
Hung right down to his knee

Talking to you is like eating oodles of noodles
With a spoon

W h a t   t h e   *******

Who says that stuff to someone when they have work the next day...

And yet its still the best **** conversation I've had in a while because everybody is fake these days and you kept **** real