eka was here

Dreamy friends Make it hard To live in nightmares

When I have no desire in my body to strike back When the thought of you suffering brings me pain When you send those who have hurt you love Whether or not they are sorry Whether or not they love you Whether or not they understand When you love yourself enough To feel the wounds You can call yourself a healer Because you heal yourself There is something unbreakable in me That turns pain into power So I can be better at loving It is my heart

Let the ghosts be ghosts not goblins. Every day you wake up to the sight of hummingbirds feeding outside your window. Their song sounds like kissing. Kiss back.

Letting go of so much shit bc I both literally and figuratively don't wanna carry this up the flight of stairs called life

Kindness is a form of genius Perhaps more undervalued than intellectualism The ability to make great songs or paintings That touch people But not being able to offer them The warmth of your arms Doesn’t make you more worthy Of praise

listening to the hold music 48-59 minutes of this waiting for the dmv to book an appointment while i make coffee pay bills on the internet read poems my friend sent me for breakfast wanting to vomit out this addiction to being seen on the internet i saw 5 shooting stars staring into last nights sky they went on shooting whether or not anyone was looking is it really so nihilistic of me to find comfort in the fact that all shooting stars fade eventually May it be noted that i too left some streaks upon the sky whether or not anyone was looking