I’ll believe it all

“And to the young ravens who cry…”

I would like very much to know what it would be like if I could be a bird. The beauty and mystery behind the ability to be tweeting with one bird and to suddenly fly and leave like it was the easiest thing. No attachments, no commitments, just beautiful birds in flight, enjoying the large open sky and endless ocean. 

I find it amazing that even these small animals are taken care of and have no teenage angst or work life stresses. 

These birds are completely dependent on some way of getting food that day. 

Yet we, who live in the wealthiest country in the history of man, worry about if we let in the “immigrants” that we will not be able to provide for our families. 

I don’t understand this. Call me a minimalist, an idealist, and a purist for the rest of my days, but I will never understand the decision to uphold ideas rather than protect innocent people. 

Trust and depend. Do not blame those who cannot help how or where they were born for your own insecurities and worries. 

I’ll believe it all
I won’t let go of your hand

Two birds of a feather
Say that they’re always gonna stay together

But one is never going to let go of that wire. 

And he is a liar. 


Eating Game

I began playing this tiring game, 

Where I shifted and avoided all the blame, 

“it was her, it was him, 

It was she, why are she no longer my friend?” 

When really I was being vain, 

Because eating is not simply a game. 

Eating is life, something we deep down need, 

What happens when thin begins to grow with greed? 

Anorexic.. The chill of the word haunts your bones, 

which is all you are left with, instead of being toned. 

When does this stop? When can this end? 

I put on a mask that it was all okay, I played pretend, 

all the while wanting a friend 

To see, to capture what had been happening to me.