Keep heart

Scars.

Days are painted and tainted... ever is it enlighten and darken. They say you make and create your own destiny. Choosing your own choices and making plans and goals to conform to what society has said was "growing up" What about the outliers that float between the airwaves and unsettling silence? And the broken ones that remain and mourn for their bruises and wounds? What about the poor... that fear the questions of, "How and will we... when will...is there?" What about the damaged ones... The family systems that have shattered and wrecked... the children from that exist and age through this. What becomes of them...?

Patterns and cycles are ever repeating and never breaking. Different faces and places, yet same consequence.  Its easier to build and instill love and positive behaviors and tendancies in children then repair broken adults. Its a layer upon layer scar, so to speak.

Thawing.

Its a stutter stutter,
trip and fumble.
ever over,
backwards spiral.
creeping trembles.
numbing humming.
feeling,
reeling...
repressed,
now surfacing.
how to handle.
clutter fuck,
all at once.
off the rocker.
she's crumbling.

Compass heart.

.... Ready for the fall,
Catch me.
Open arms.
Simple hello.
Shifts and change.
Ironic.
Worlds away...
Ahoy mate.
Compass hearts do say.

GORGEOUS....!!!

Best cover artist ive found.... Ever

For every heart beat out there.... this better shatter your entire entity.