It’s a plague It’s a Storm I am afraid to die Not because I cherish my life But for the fact that I can’t take
Another storm is here Is this the BIG ONE another altered reality another uneasiness Another speculation filled with the convictions of many is this it?
When does it end? or should I say when does the happiness begin? I yearn for a world where you can feel like you belong
Comfortably Uncomfortable Spaces Places and Masks as faces Territorial Forces Imagined enemies Give me a space Give me a place Give me
I was sooo tired, but it was a good type of tired I had helped love the animals at the local shelter it made me
A Place, my place A place where I fit A place I can hide A place that’s mine I would cover it with colors of