They ask me why I write about the future
like it has already happened...
If I could somehow be just
a little less harmful...
Spent so long just trying to survive
Forgot there’s more to life than staying alive...
Drowning on dry land,
Every breath an effort...
I appreciate the sun
trying to put some colour in my cheeks...
When you look at me,
What do you see...
I tend to the battered outline of my heart,
Meticulously shaping it to an acceptable form...
I promised myself that I would be gentle,
That I would no longer punish myself for taking my...
The cavity in my chest is filled with carbon.
But my eyes still leak shades of aquamarine...
March 17, 1997, under the four-leaf clover,
- a symbol of faith, hope, love, and luck...
When where you were before
Isn't where you are now...
A tightening in my chest, words cannot express
The pounding in my head, the voices never rest...