Yearning

I hold myself tightly… but I also wish for someone to break down these walls.

silence

the silence you left behind.

colorful future

the future calls, bright and colorful

On These Shoulders

and so I shoulder another burden.

stand up

though scars covered every inch of her body, she stood up.

fool’s gold

I have come to this peak, unbowed and undefeated.

loss of history

and what used to be went up in flames.

real

if being “real” is being cruel, then I’d rather not be real.

Radio

my radio is quiet.

Soul

It’s you.