most of us feel it not always our fault it may be the fault in our stars it’s a deadly weapon within like the 7 deadly sins some feel it alone in a dark room or with a room filled- with no one to talk to the sound of silence fulfills your thoughts- you get so used to the feeling with no one to talk too

to think of the journey you’ve overcome yourself by yourself because oneself didn't believe in themself to think yourself of something more than yourself to hope for a future- with someone else instead of just by yourself even though we think to ourselves because we, ourselves, - are all scared to be alone

Ni my blessing sent too soon for foolish of me with my darken eyes I stood bewildered by what is mine too pure for my reality I vanished in my thoughts when time came right so did my heart too broken to fix my shattered angel I raced my mind — lost to lose my dimes but soon I shall find you- my blessing I’m sorry to tangle you I’ll let you free my angel

many things have failed but why shall I ? I am not failure I am progress failure is not a destination it can not be ended time can still progress to cause some success

Poem Scatter Who knows when death comes- Except the man above We dread the thought To think he knows when we go Death is less than for get We all die — what a shame Where our toe prints once met Now tumbled in flames Our memories twist In a game of charades Love is tender It twist It deepens in the mist Faith is strength For hope is what keep us here We wonder when our time is near Waiting for another year

Time down there no one will see besides the people like me calmness as the sun rise time yet evolved from seconds to years from life to birth for a round of tears people like me wait or maybe dream in light

Segment #1 The mask I wear it’s holding tight (prior covid) :| what is my skin which lead me to pretend and not acknowledge my kin to transform an enemy to a friend when is life more beautiful than with living or a glass more plentiful than with filling be it joy or sorrow or pain or pleasure when yesterday is morrow and gems are not treasure life will be not life if sun was not sun to find no greater love than man and wife /or wife and wife ;)/

Soil Her soil was nutritious Absorbing the toxic water Plants dipped and dive While she was in the mist No one bothered to save When the poison tempted Her soil soaked And soon decayed No matter her strength It still was no power Her soil weakened To mud Now she’s useless And plants moved on Her soil still heal But herself