there are so many of you
that i would love to sit down with;
maybe over a milkshake and a plate of fries;
and just talk.
i want to ask you about the boy that hurt you,
about the anger you feel deep inside
over a father who said he’d come back...
and then didn’t.
i want to run with you through pages of words and say
“oh that’s right, what a lovely metaphor.”
i want to see all your smiling faces and
thank each and every one of you for showing me kindness,
for saving my life.
i want to collaborate on novels of poetry
and laugh with you through the tears of our pasts.
so until we sip those milkshakes and eat those fries...
thank you, to
some of the most beautiful people i have never met.

Death for death is a loathsome

Idea.

We should abolish capital

punishment.

We need to permit sick minds to

heal and become human once more.

i am obsessed with the sky
mainly at night

i love to stargaze
as soon as the stars appear
until my eyes
can no longer handle being awake

i love long walks until my feet can no longer handle a single step

i love long conversations
until my vocal cords
can no long handle
another vibration