I wish that I was traumatized like people in movies are traumatized I wish that other people could escape into my sad story to hide from their own I wish that I was sardonic, I wish it made me funny

some days are tidal waves  knocking me breathless i gasp for air that won't fill my lungs drowning in the waters of worry

my mind always thinks it's a competition, between me and my intuition, repeating over and over lies I can't deny, but on them, I rely.

What's a good picture for you? mine is the one in which I’m the happiest. it’s fascinating how the parts of us that we don’t appreciate enough are the parts  most worthy of appreciation. and I don't just mean appearances.

To the one who has arrived Bringing lucidity to an interrupted- And wandering life That was once tribulated,  But is now contented

A number is just a number, Which is a popular belief. Simple as that-          Yet when you saw a different number          on the scale- it changes everything.

Turning from the busy conundrum of a dream full of lies, A bittersweet goodbye; Passion so strong Somehow feels so wrong, A meaningless feat, Undeniable defeat;

Together, down a level he’s overly tense- Among the “normal people” with their loud staring silence...