Problems don’t disappear until we reveal them, deal with them, heal from them, by communicating about them, instead of forgetting they exist
To become an adult we need to transcend our parent’s teaching and form our own understanding of reality.
An old home
of the way things used to be
EMOTIONS ARE LIKE AIRPLANES,
WITH TAKE-OFFS AND CLIMAXES…
Remember when we
Were flying free
As I lay awake tonight I think about your perilous life. I attempt to envision it, try to relate, but I’ve simply never witnessed such violence and hate.
Our enemies thrive on fear and anxiety, injecting them into our entire society…
I want to scream, I want to cry, knowing you’re not safe and you don’t know why…
Filling our stomachs again and again… The substance, to us, is a way to pretend.
My worst nightmare: A face of gloom that never leaves…
On this starry night, I was thrilled to be a witness, of such a sight…
It’s miraculous, isn’t it?
Like the jetty, you’ve stood there, getting struck by waves, for years.
A piece of evidence this is of a foggy night when I let vices get the best of me again.
Like the waves I go With the flow; but in contrast to them, I try my best not to rock the boat, perpetually. Is that a life though?