Like a feather in a dust storm, with no direction The Raven flies through life, helpless and omitted Until night declares and the wind expires. Then it flies to the land of stones and etchings And becomes an Ember, breaking away

Come with me somewhere. Please. I've been waiting eight months to talk to you

You don’t forget. You just move past it. Let go. Be who you were supposed to be instead of who they make you feel like you should be

I've never felt like this before, with anyone. It's against the rules of surviving.

I fall down and my palms split open against the gravel. Injuries on the outside are easy to endure and I get up without hesitation.

I walk out the door with a heavy feeling in my heart as another secret falls on top of it.

Please don't go. I just got you back