I could always talk to my grandmother about my demons.

She made them numb with her wisdom.

"Michael, remember to always love yourself"

She says:

"Don't allow someone else to determine who you are."

I would always sit and wonder about the queens lips.

Where her bones must've molded into liquid at one time.

I could stare into her eyes and feel every omen shes been through.

My face would be still like a winter's night,

Still but astonished.

...

Even after those words,

I continue to act as if I'm wrapped in a child's cloth.

Covering the table that is full of blisters and lesions.

Oozing into pale tears that I've cried ever since I was 8.

Because I've always wanted to be a wolf.

...

In my youth,

I still see everyone like a wolf.

Fangs for a heart,

With an intent to hunt.

But all I find are baby cows and horses

Who were fed the same medicine as me,

But spit it out.

And I continue to look for their golden stars,

So that they can place it on the chalkboard

With my name written on it.

...

She even told me of the shadow riders that collected...

Taxes from the people who owe the world a piece of their soul. 

How they would keep a mind like an open hand.

Holding only what is needed to be inhaled.

And discarding the jewelry that spoke malice from their teeth.

"We hope the world turns with a smile on her face."

"If she gets sad, then her children express that emotion."

...

("Bring to the world what you feel is right. At least someone will drift along its eye and ride with it.")

("A letter doesn't have to be written in order to be expressed. Sometimes the letter is written in our hearts. And that's what matters the most.")

("After every waterfall, the moon's shadow still hugs our wounds.")