Come with me and you'll be in a world of pure imagination.

For me, this bottle of wine
Is to slow down my mind
And forget the things that I knew, I knew.

Reborn

A new sun rose today.
A new face stares back at me from my bathroom mirror.
She looks tired and sad, but there is a glow.
There is warmth to be shared.
There is a life to be lived.
There is nothing, but myself, holding me back, now.

I'm losing half of my heart,
but I'm gaining the world and all of it's possibilities.

Solitude

I want you.
I need you.

Glass

Another winter; another case of seasonal depression.
Trying to keep the things, that make me happy, close.

I hate living in someone's house.
I love beer and
oblivion (meaning the beyond. Baby.)

Death in Reality?

I do not feel alive.
I feel as if I'm floating down a gentle stream;
going nowhere, doing nothing.

The cure? Live.

Something.

One day I climbed out of my bitter shell.
I'm not entirely sure when or how it happened, it did.
My hatred died for the people that didn't deserve the hate.
My love grew for those deserving of such love.
My smile bloomed into something real.

I'm scheduled for four classes this fall; panic attack soon.
With the stress of moving, school, acceptance, and work,
I've taken to a minor affair with pot.
It'll pass.
Do I want it to?
What do I want?