Post-it Note

Today I want to run away Forget goodbyes, leave without a wave I don't know where I'll go, but I'll know When I finally make it on my own   The Critic breathes down my mind My graphite does little to find A place in which I exist Seperate from all of this   My…

3:51am

It’s now, when the sun has long since disappeared and the souls of the world have resumed their dreams.   It’s now I feel most open, my mind most forgiving. The Doubter and Critic have retired their ceaseless ramblings.   It’s now my mind races, sharpened by the clarity born only of pressure.   My…

The Silent Days

There will be a day When I wake up And have forgotten how to sing.   I’ll need you to teach me again.   The sun will glow dull And the colors refuse to ring,   And I will have forgotten how to sing.   Just take hold of my soul And begin to dance,…