To Rise and To Write.
one flickering light bulb lit the room in yellow i think of an old friend who always called it “‘ello” a heavy mountain of textbooks sits itself beside me the unseen pages stare i feel a jolt of anxiety i glare back in red angry at them for existing making hollow promises that were beyond …
"she needs makeup to cover up because society taught her who she is, isn't enough."
One train cabin Filled with humans. And amongst us all An angel.
Hello Mr. Fear! Where have you been? Hello Mr Fear! Long time no see!
Now, I am afraid. Of them, The people.
The dresses that they gave her, Found their way to the bin. Because pants, she felt, Were more like her thing.
Phoenix With A Pen 