we dive into the world with
our idyllic, naïve hopesof serendipity, before
reality rigidly strikes.

and you'll have never
felt malignity so deep in your bones
as you're removed from the ethereal
memories of growing. Becoming.

some have their kneesdrenched, broken, and deepin their own morosity—ignoble envy for thechildren's sanguine naturein all their ignorant felicity.

they've never been caughtamidst the tenebrous fall oftheir once-structured state,before their weight wasn'tas great as the iron behindtheir eyes. Before they grewin size and squeezed intotheir demise.

each morning is a deathand each breathbecomes a mourningfor the storm in their chests,pouring and burning, adorningtheir belief in the thought thattheir oblivion has encompassed infinity.

and in our solitudewe paint an illusion andmorph into our own nemesis.

we dive into the worldbright eyed with the idea of euphoria,warm with the wealthof compassion. 

whether from the light of affluence

or the from the cracksof your roof.

The rose hued world of whichyour eyes are clouded withwith the pristine shades of green,muffling your senses.

The torn, bone fingers clawingat your spotless white fences.There's nothing as mellifluousas the sound of the exchangebetween two pocketsin a land the rich viewsas below them.

Their predilection for yourhome's history makes a sneerout of you. Your ancestorshad not wept for emancipationfrom their chains only to becalled on as dirt againsttheir ravenous pockets,by those that peregrinate and invade.

Then becomes your only chanceof freedom are the clandestinemeetings between borders.

And at the end of this scene,every broken, unhinged piececomes in congruity to make the picture.And the board topples, there is no peace.

Most that resemble it are, to its core,ephemeral.

We'll dive into the worldand come apart to recreate our elixir,then fall together for our renaissance.

a word !

wrote this one
with vee some time back.

we sat and for 3 hrs she 

worked on this for 

my school.

love her <3

in her memory,

to moving on, 

to old struggles

and new friends.