ExistenceI guess, I existthe faint medidn't enter all exits.A bit lessmy life's a mistno need to fleesans toolkits.
SerenadeHow long will it takefor me to hear the song you madeto hear those rhymes againand lines, yes, the ones you composedThey were like lettersaddressed to mePost scripts shyly telling:"I love you"And the lines weredressed with a melodylike smooth waves.
My Soul, My Dream, My TeamMy Soul, My Dream, My Team:We are dreamers, we humans.We reach out eagerly to that which lies above usTempted by its unattainable nature and egotistically;We simplify the task that lies before us...We climb without any forethought, without preparation;Recklessly we charge head on for our goal -And eventually, we lie broken by our failure.I myself, Captain as you call me,Am little better than a foolish dreamer.One who dreams in a childish manner;Unaware of his impotence, when left alone.How many times have I been saved by others?When I lack time, it is my officers who stand,They keep the ship running smoothly,Expending hours of precious effort.When I fall, it is my co-captain who rallies me,And reminds me of our responsibility -One that we owe to our readers and friends.When I write, it is my team - my uncles,Who lay the path before me;They give their time and their heart,Supporting my work from its birth as but a simple idea.And when I am dow
letters on leaving.i wrote my first suicide letter in 10th grade.they told me it didn't count if you felt like dyingunless you had it down on paperlike a vetoed birth certificate.i've rewritten it enough times sinceto realize i could never leave with a proper goodbye.goodbye is too heavy a word for paper to holdand i was never brave enough for the kind of courage it takes to tell themwhy.why they weren't enough to keep me here.but i'm finally learning a different kind of bravery-the kind it takes tostay.stay.i learned to wear death like rope burn my junior yearmy senior year we became friends but i finally stopped cutting the insides of wristswhen i finally realized death never arrives on time,i started smoking when i turned 18to speed his arrivalbecause somedays, 15 less earth rotations around the sun sounds like a blessing.2 years later I'm still learning to let the self destructive habits goI stopped smoking againthrew the knife away and closed the toilet lid.learnin
Bull in the China shopI don't know if finding someoneis an option for me.Like the bull in a china shopI was meant to bewith no one.Because I break them,others' beautiful core -no more I want to see red:color of blood and love.