in time we grew

our home anew

yet our memories

turned to weapons

I cannot recognize

you anymore

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Love is everywhere if you only open up your mind.

the afternoon clouds were the curtains

the sweat on my skin as the audience

the world is an everlasting art of change

and we live as witness, we live as performers

to see beauty in imperfections, to live

the ending to a beginning

people are empty cages

hollow, free, yet lost

gone, ran from their homes

a body of no voice

a vessel of no medium

touching the rust

of the wind's laugh

upon emptiness

of a beaten passion

people are empty cages

one of the most beautiful things of humanity is finding hope and love in the most miserable times, it never fails to make me cry

the skies unravel

the colors speak how I love

and how I face loss

my words are my home

as the streets to the homeless

as the stage to the performers

as all the imperfectly perfect places

doesn't matter if no one views

if no one cares, if no one visits

with the door as my mind

the floor as my heart

the window as my arms

I live with my words

I love with all of it

this is me if you even care:

appreciating the most beautiful art of writing like the way Mitski write her poetic songs

and therefore, also appreciating the playful and funny word play of writing the way Cupcakke does it for her explicit songs

and yes I'm serious they're both talented 😭

listen more than what things are

listen the way the trees speak

the way the birds scream

the way we are all connected

of a one circle, of a one stream

live more than your survival

live with the unspoken

beauty & ugliness of everything

with your eyes beyond the city

your heart that lies in humanity

the curse and gift of a song

or a poem or a story

is that it's always laced

and influenced by such

particular memories,

feelings, thoughts,

and other things

that will remind us

that we are alive

emptiness is saying hello again

by the door, with its hand in the window

I look at it, without ever knowing

that it's already inside of my home

now my hands by the window

my feet tied to the floor

my eyes look at one thing

and my mind numb to everything

kiss me and we're high

where the clouds race tonight

of moments and of blur

the city lights covering my eyes

I am the serene horizon

of a long afternoon

a peace in the sunset

an orange to the moon

I am loving and living

as the world changes

free as the wind

of hope and chances

I miss the times when I am very amazed by dappled sun lights

the times where I have no problem creating something

the times where hunger for passion is non-existing

the times I am free as the void of the space

the times that made me who I truly am

I live wanting to be me again, again and again

kindness and a grnuine compliment can brighten someone's day more than you will ever know

my heart takes so much

its drown in my blood

it endures every pump

I live with my every part

at its fucking limit

I go against the river

of people and their words

no damn to ever give

a wrong path to desolation

but I also come afloat

for the people with much need

with the water I guide

those lost in their paths

I do not care what the society tells me

but I care for people with all of my heart

the longing feeling

after a goodbye

with the long night road

as you stare outside

the dashing scenes

the sinking feeling

and think it all again

reminisce, reaffirm

and remember;

that is love.

freedom is of the walls

we destroy one after another

it's on the crumbling bricks

of our comfort and tethers

freedom is of change

to challenge the ways

the paths forged to aim

a life of purpose

freedom is of goodbyes

freedom is off our lies

I had lived for others

too much for their care

lived to be praised

lived to be fair

but I had burned

for every spark I do

for every part I gave

through ashes and then

I learned to be free

through bits of myself

up in the wind

and speak my heart

and not ever

to apologize

for nothing