Walking through the streets / What I spotted was all bleach / Just art, style, and dye
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An unexpected encounter…
why ello everyone! hope your weekend has been lovely this week. The skys gave us very good sunny weather today which was awesome sauce. Life is coming back to Umich i know it….suns out funs out. get your fun out. also i found this battery on the ground, I think thats where all my energy went in the winter time….
i love you lil battery…..you found a good home…
It was kinda really really good???
Be There
Who would save you from yourself
When caution signs turn invitation
Who would dampen the fire
At breakfast, lunch, and dinner
Who would force the world to turn
When the door is wedged
And you’re worried about tomorrow
Who would hold you in your head
And carry you in your waking
Who would love you when it’s hard
And calm you when it’s not
Who would be there
When the drugs wear off
Living gets heavy
I won’t be there
I’m sorry
push your cries down here,
and hold yourself to the promise you made.
you were born to be great, and you must die great.
your fortune is no mistake,
and it is not your fortune alone.
there is no way to go back now
unless you want to prove everything anyone ever said to you.
are you worthy?
do you belong here?
will you ever?
people who are not like you may
never have to question this.
people who are not like you may
never have to face this.
there is no real way to succeed, but
there is surely a way to fail.
you can see it so clearly in front of you, the
height of your anxieties
seeping in and
making you lesser.
when you be more than what you acheive?
have you even been allowed to be more than that?
will you ever be more than that?
i dream of a future where i am nothing more than a person
with a house and a cat.
a future where my job means nothing to others
and everything to me.
a future where i am no longer nervous about construction.
where i do not feel lonely in crowds or anxious in circles.
when will i start measuring up to this.
will i ever stop measuring.
