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Silence

My breath grieves the veneer of
Love lost in shattered limbs that lay beyond the Oakwood…

If I were right beside you, I’d
whisper into the caverns of
your ears…

Somewhere beneath the depths of who I am now
Is who I once used to be…

I wrote these last Summer in the final days of being a teenager…

There should be no labels in regard to caring about planet Earth. It’s not hippie, an aesthetic, a trend, or just a class…

Watered down sunlight sneaks inside,
Past the dirty, aged glass of the windows…

I try to be the most honest with me…

One of the hardest lessons we need to accept is who we are…

“Your dad took his own life this morning”
Words I never thought I would hear coming out of my mom’s mouth …