#life poems

Be my skin,

be my bones.

Be the only thing I ever did know.

Part of a work in progress

“Do I love him

more than I love

how much he loves me?”

- d.c.

I tried giving up a lot of times.

But then my eyes kept opening

and my feet continued walking,

not wanting to leave me hanging

without giving life another try.

One more time. Let’s give it another try. // ma.c.a

You’ve been with yourself from the very start, so if ever you’ll wander away, you can always come back.

I’m a little lost // ma.c.a

Happiness is

when going to sleep

is no longer a means

of escape.

- faraway.

I worry there is something broken in our generation;

there are so many sad eyes on happy faces.

- Atticus.