I haven't always had glass walls, there was a time my walls were made out of brick and stone. I was bitter and cold. I was not friends with that version of my self, I actually hated who that was. now even with the high probability of getting hurt I choose to spread my love openly.

Hatred is easy to do because you give up control to the parasite, you choose to be on auto pilot while you hurt others around you and yourself. Love is hard because you have to fight off those parasites actively everyday but I would rather do that than to succumb to a parasite living in my brain

I hope I'm just an ugly caterpillar that is turning into a butterfly because I'm scared of not changing at all.

It goes on

I'm done sitting waiting and wishing.

I think it's kinda weird how humans have to "sell" themselves. Like here I am trying to think of a description that will make people "buy" the time it takes to read my thoughts and emotions turned into poetry. When all I really do it for is to cope with my traumas but I'm broke so at the same time getting paid would be nice. So I sell bits of my soul in order not to go hungry. Weird

Getting caught in a loop of shoulda woulda coulda will only lead to more regrets, while you are busy thinking about the past the present moment is passing you by.

Once I thought the small things in life were insignificant, after my mother's passing I've realized it's only the small things that matter.

I noticed when people first realize that they are the god of their own universe, they tend to forget so is every other living thing and disregard how the choices they make effects everyone around them because the ego says nobody else matters.

Co-dependent spiral into oblivion use to be what I thought love was.