sometimes it's years lateryou're standing therewhen your jaw softensand you realizeyou're no longer the sameas when you first walked in

i reach for the glassopen my mouthand try to drowntheir memoryfrom the inside out

i know what it meansto have a heartthat would drown itselffor othersbefore the needto surface for air

you won't be for everyonebut you are from someone

my hope for youis that you greet your reflection with kind eyes.that you never look to someone else for your belonging.always moving from a space of worthiness,longing for nothing of addition or subtraction

it took me a long timeto create an earththat would hold mefor all that i am

my hope for youis that you greet your reflection with kind eyes.that you never look to someone else for your belonging.always moving from a space of worthiness,longing for nothing of addition or subtraction.