When I was young I had eyes of flowers
I clenched the fleeting light
I swallowed its beams
Hoping to dissipate my rage

I stare willingly
Filled with desire
To melt your bones
And feast on your demise

We walked paths in parks, plains on plain days
Laughed a bit, tiptoed around slugs
Jogged in cold, rewarded ourselves in gold
I felt vulnerable
Yet I felt safe
I'm strong now
I'm not safe
I walk paths in parks alone, plains on plain days
Silent in my stride, I smile at the crows
Alone in the cold, I'm gold

I'm coming to terms with the fact that I can be truly cruel, cold, and distant.

I don't want to have an eating disorder.

I got lost again
I had to
My heart was beating too fast
I had to breathe

I walked to the park today
Saw the trees, the clouds, the long plain
Was it mindful that my mind emptied?

mushrooms

why do I do this

I perceive wrongs
When the situation is gray
I say yes
When I mean no
I see the light
In dark behaviours

In the field of psychology I traverse, my paradigm is unclear. I need to learn more.

Believe in our radiance

I didn't want you first