the tip of the needle
sometimes it stings
but you have to get to a point where you can’t let it hurt you anymore
a breath of fresh air tastes like there’s more
more to this life
i know it’s there wallowing in the corners of my consciousness
in a place where change is the only constant
i grip it and hold it close
it’s the only thing you can healthily overdose
each new experience hopefully helps me steer clear of an old one
i forgot how to remember
memories aren’t dire to me anymore
today is enough to hold dear
you already lost by trying to hate me
this new life of mine
i’m still trying to get the hang of it
i know i’ll reap what i sow
but that’s the point of letting go

sometimes i forget things are better than they seem
my head convinces me that i’m in a bad dream
i have to counteract the negativity depression brings
cause i know the everlasting light within me will always break free
the god in me glistens like i’m new
in whatever i choose to do
i cling to faith and hope
i pray to not come undone
because my job on this earth has yet to come
i forgot what was important for a while
i took matters in my own hands
from far away lands i felt jaded
but i’m not like the others
i’ll keep going until i make it
this is not a plead for help or a surrender to the world
this is a poem to myself
a reminder that i will rise
and falling is always necessary

have you ever tasted a star fire kiss?
i could make it burn
make your inner turmoil turn
i could make you feel rich or i could make you cringe
i can make you taste passion
but i know my place
i feather in with grace and ignore the chase
contemplate the sound of silence
can you hear your soul and your irresistible desires?
make sure you don’t forget to dismantle the memories
the horizon is greener than the grass you pretend to water
the city sleeps with fog tonight
i lay in bed and coax the sky
i tell myself that it’ll be on time
melodramatic sin on the bottom of your nose
do better next time i tell my reflection

-What is connection?

-When 2 motions, thought
to be infinite & mutually
exclusive, meet in a
moment.

-Of Time?

-Yes.

-Time does not exist.
There is no time.

-Time is a straight plantation.