I'm a colorful speck of honey with a scent of ever-changing lavender. I am the rain drop that brushes your eyebrow , the last hiding skittle in the bag. I am Every thing but a basic chicken and a warm nickel. 

I am the measure of translucent time that fades into an escaped world. 

I'm not drinking. I already said how I got the bottles.

Piece by piece.

I never wanted tho break. I wanted to glue your fucked up pieces together. I thought that maybe I had the right glue. That many glue was the strength that you needed. I believed that you was worth my time. Worth my headache. Worth my deterioration. I saw a light in you that turned out to only be a lit shadow of you're darkness. I felt the coldness that inhabited your heart. I saw my pieces of vulnerability in the floor around me. The only strength I had, the only pride I felt was when I picked up those pieces, put them in my pocket and left with a silent "Fuck you."

I am a Sea of Petals

Water don't run dry.

Honey Dew can be sweet at times. Believing in yourself is sweeter. My mind explodes with frustration and my lack of control over myself. The chains were completely expired to the point that I had none. No chains. No label. No category. Was I free? Or was I a slave to self-expression? Was I new? Or am I a tired washed cloth.

No.


I am nothing, but a petal of words thrown into the sunset. Nothing, but a sea of treasure that has been abandoned. Everything more than the piece of shits that crawl around, who live on excuses.

I am a lioness. I roar.

I speak.


I am.

Guns