These were the days. Burning holes in carpets. Drinking vodka til words slurred. Sharing secrets. Dwelling on the past. Visualizing goals for the future. They can take what’s tangible The memories still breathe life into our hearts Gives us a reason to go on. Yet reality has settled and solidified
They hate how free I am. How I won’t conform How I wont buy into what the government’s selling. How I’m a feminist Strong Willed. “Aggressive” they call it. They hate that shit. How I embrace the criticism. It can break a man. Don’t have time for bullshit. “I don’t
Remember what I told you If something happens to absolutely scare you Turn your attention to something that absolutely intrigues you And No, You’re not in denial about your fears But, I know You’d rather be absolutely excited than terrified out of your mind. -Paralyzed by terror. -Immovable by fear.