Writing

Sometimes it feels like

there is a giant boulder

hanging above my head

which I constantly have to chip away at

to prevent it from crushing me

but, what if I rest too long

or can't chip fast enough

True love.

Love that's true.

Love you know

in your heart

is you and another person.

I guess I like to think I'm in love

I never really know.

The last thing that brought a smile to my lips was a school hallway interaction. A girl who I'd never seen passed me, and gave me the biggest smile. It quite literally felt like sunlight seeping to my core.

Sunflowers have secrets

Roses riot

We all have spirits 

We won't be quiet

Lilies lie

Poinsettias have power

Flowers die

We have the strength of a new and blooming flower

What you think is a great rock

over your head is

actually a great ball of glitter;

when you think you're about to be crushed

by a massive rock, and

it has become too heavy to hold, the

ball will pop, and

Who am I?

I don’t even know anymore.

I’ve shed the person I once was in favor of a new one.

Yet, I’m still that person.

I’m both at once and neither.

So who am I?