Im walkin with my eyes wide open, but I live life as if im dead. I can see, I can feel, dis is me, im tha one with her eyes wide open, the one with so much to say but no one hears me. Im walkin towards you askin you to accept me for who I am. Wantin you to understand me, but all you keep sayin is judgement…

Yesterday, I cried.
I came home, went straight to my room, sat on the edge of my bed,
kicked off my shoes, unhooked my bra,
and I had myself a good cry.

There’s nothing grieves me, but that Age should haste,
That in my dayes I may not see thee old;
That where those two cleare sparkling Eyes are plac’d,
Onely two Loope-holes then I might behold.

The earth with thunder torn, with fire blasted,
With waters drown’d, with windy palsy shaken
Cannot for this with heaven be distasted,
Since thunder, rain and winds from earth are taken:

Not on sad Stygian shore, nor in clear sheen
Of far Elysian plain, shall we meet those
Among the dead whose pupils we have been,
Nor those great shades whom we have held as foes;

I feel nothing.
Not a punch or not a word.
This is not a life.
I want sweet songs and beauty of many things.

Sweet is my hope.
Pure is the life of my hope.
With my sweet hope
I try to reach the higher worlds.

Whether the day is good or bad,
Whether I feel happy or sad,
If I have a need, you’ll comprehend;
You’ll be there to share and be a friend.

On the first night
of the full moon,
the primeval sack of ocean
broke,