Sometimes we shimmy, sometimes we shake whatever road we feel safest on is the one we take But maybe sometimes we protect ourselves too much Keeping ourselves from greatness under the guise of keeping us safe We know it’s impossible and we need to take risks But how are we supposed to know which ones…

We feel the burn the urge the need to fight but also we feel the exhaustion a purge our neverending plight because all of it, we feel. We feel the love like we’re on the verge maybe there *is* an end in sight but then we feel frozen knowing that soon comes the scourge and…

Never quite figured out what to do with myself when things are too quiet, too calm waiting for yet another storm to wreck my health because both physically and mentally it’s too far gone. Escapism, dissociation… fancy ways to say you’re hiding from what? Who knows. But you know it’s coming. Exhaustion is building and…

These walls they breathe with each gust of wind they screamnot with sorrow but regret only regret They should have tried harder these walls they could burst any second now the few supports that remain holding on for dear life But is it all in vain? these walls cry out for protection some sort of…

From mixed signals to complete radio silence No signals anymore If there’s an explanation, they probably don’t deserve it No signals anymore Mornings and good nights tossed aside like bad vibes More time than they meant to spend Just more time to realize they wanted it to end Were there warning signs? Did they miss…