nothing is truth, nothing is fact. just patterns of coincidence, just telling us how to act.
now feelings’ made me a poet, but i’ll never know it. stuck in my head, of dread, until the end. won’t it end? please don’t end.

i don’t want the end. i want the sun and the stars and the sky.
existence has got us all living, living just to win but winning is giving in, to all the corruption and interruption away from question and rightful progression, into depression.

and when we see the light will it be too late? from the connection we are meant here for, the act to help us sore.
but to sore takes strength and vulnerability, a necessity, too many times too out of reach.
worthiness just seems too easy. and to be easy is to be dead.
and all that being said, we were born impacted youth, all just searching for this truth.

and in this moment this feels right, then it should never be regretted for regret and guilt are just ways of suppressing it.
and suppression leads to sadness, and the hopeless pursuit for truth
which is aloof, the real trick to life is the journey you go through.

I wrote this after obsessively listening to listener all day because every single one of their songs is so inspiring, so touching. each feels like it is written exactly for my soul and the fact that a song[s] can do that for me, and for you, or maybe everyone is so moving. I also watched Brene Brown speaking on “The Power of Vulnerability” and it really tapped into my insecurities, values, hopes and needs. I want to say “be kind, be easy on me” but don’t, I really shouldn’t care what anyone thinks and it’s something I am telling myself everyday.