Posted on 27/05/2013 by


i tried to write about your eyes
but i ran out of cliches

i tried to say you plainly
but there wasn’t enough truth

whoever invented this language
didn’t anticipate you


Joshua, blank slate

Two people holding hands, the images built out of words: One arms says: Why am I feeling this way? I don't understand why I'm not like everyone else. I can' deal with this by myself. I need someone to help me. It's not fair. I don't want to be alone. I just want to be okay. The other arm says: You are not alone. I will protect you. I understand you. I am here for you. Don't worry. You will be alright. I am here to help you. Everything will be okay. We will get through this. I will never leave you.


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