Writing

 Dear Time, You remind me of the Sea. Unable to be restrained. Unable to be controlled. Unable to be contained. You are merciless, yet your movement is necessary.

And yes,

you deserve one: you

who has stars in your eyes and

infinity running through your veins;

you, whose heart becomes so heavy

with the sunrise that you

will always pick up a pen and

I was small and stained with summer 
sun, grass blade knees, and scrapes 
all over. Morning dew and wild schemes, I lived 
inside the world of dreams where faeries hid 

Friendships are complicated—sometimes they bring joy, and other times they hurt. 

Sometimes they feel full, and other times lonely. 

But just staying by someone’s side—just being part of their life—that matters. 

The white rabbit ran past Alice towards the well, yelling "We're late for a very important date!" And then he threw her a pocket watch and jumped into the well.

This is not the way.

Attacking people simply because they're creating a weapon we already have?

Why should they not make protection?

I mean, if we attack them for making this weapon, why don't we just attack ourselves?