Writing

I’m moving. 

I’ve found a little place in the Past, 

It’s not much but I think it’s quite lovely, very dear, 

And things aren’t working out Here, 

So I’m settling for memories. 

Unknown is the world we live in 

How deep is the ocean?

How big is the universe? 

It's unknown 

So why try to figure it out?

Why try to swim deeper than you can?

Blood

Hands

I look around

How did I

Get here

No

How did we

Get here

To this place of

Rioting

Festering

Loathing

Hatred

When I was young

Before we bonded

Bullies belittled me

And it broke my heart

Because I felt it in my bones

But now that we belong

With each other's beautifully 

Breathtaking selves

Their words don't break

Discomfort

settles

inside you

hardens

into something to avoid

churning your stomach

restraining you from finding peace.

Emotional

yet physical

tormenting you

pestering you

It is started by a piece of paper

written in blue pen ink

smeared as it is folded twice

passed to a friend.

Purple marker replies to blue pen

folded up the same way as before;