In the arms of a stranger
I was seeking comfort not knowing...

There are times
I feel like I am near the end of my road...

We are from different backgrounds
located all over the world...

The beauty of writing
you can express all kind of emotion...

We often take for granted
what's most precious...

Is it wrong to say
I can't stay at a place where race matters...

You can hear them whisper at night
they do have a voice...

I let my worries fall into water
my body leaning against my favorite tree...

Your love was plain
like waves in shallow water...

Depression is real
weird thoughts live in my head...

You may not feel his presence
nor hear his whisper...

I have broken free
from this emotional prison...