My stomach: Can we get food?
Me: We have food at home.
The food at home…

My stomach: Can we get food?
Me: We have food at home.
The food at home…
In a sick town called my brain,
Success and talent lay dormant.
All that rules are feelings of worthlessness
Stars of failures and shortcomings fill the sky
The skyscrapers of self doubt, line the streets
Purpose is being sick enough
Success drives by often
But, drives off a cliff into an empty abyss
Cheerleaders line the street
Cheering to the tune of encouragement and faith
Yet, as soon as they begin singing soprano, they blow up and dissolve into thin air.
Purpose is being sick enough
This has become the mantra
This has become the song
Through this, my brain leads my life
And I’m here, barely holding on
My only hope is to be sick enough
Proud you stand
Above it all
Do you understand?
Don't you not see my appalled stare
As you so graciously stand
Stand you do
Stand above it all
"You shall not fall", cries the mall
Stand tall, high above it all
I will stand tall
I will represent your breathtaking physique
I will think of you as I sleep
I will wake, dreaming of you
I will walk and talk your dreams
After all, your dreams are my dreams!
I will be proud, I will be looked at with envy
All my sadness replaced
Slowly, the dream me is being consumed
Taken over by a violent disease
I can not differentiate me from you
It is all one big halabalo
Why aren't you bringing the happiness I seek?
How can I run from you?
Please help me see the light
Bring me the truth amongst all these lies
The beauty in the growth😻 (at Cattus Island County Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/CH9e_c9LelmT75VjCRcJVThRNoCbY5hkPjqW540/?igshid=r40npv95nui4
Skies are dark
Hope seems to sink
What to embark?
I can't even think
I look to the park
I can't help but wink
I know that one day I can make a mark!
— Laurie Halse Anderson, Speak
Just hangin out with my girl😉😉