because you let go

because...

the fact that you'd acknowledge the existence of a human as solely a pair of breasts rather than a person

yet after that slim period of talking directly towards those breasts, you're shocked at the realization that the words uttered from pursed lips are in fact meaningful 

you didn't know me - and in fact didn't want to- for how could one care if all they're faced with is the bare skin of an individual 

the individual who seemingly has no worth, values or morals; when in reality they're the strongest one they know, but it's all just circumstantial 

just like the circumstantial moments that appear not to matter, when in fact they do 

because it's the moment when you lean me back, looking through, underneath the light of a thousand stars. claiming to want to know more 

but more is less, isn't it?

because you and I both know more isn't what you're looking for

and if you knew more, you'd feel that careful sting;after all you were always going to leave 

[ you let go after all... if only you said you wouldn't, because im still here ]

The Passing Drive

1:53pm; Passing by those struggling, holding up the cardboard signs depicting something along the lines of:
"homeless ____. anything will help"
"hungry and homeless, please help"
"will work for food"
or even the occasional:
"I just need a beer"

Have you ever truly stopped- putting yourself in their shoes? How it must be to wake up on the streets every morning... to go stand underneath the grueling sun for hours on end, in the same pair of jeans and t shirt you wore yesterday... on top of not knowing when your next meal might be.
Because these are the same issues many face on a daily basis.
Yet we're all so quick to judge, because in order to be placed in such an agonizing position: they must've done something wrong. Right?
But none of us have actually
a. Been in their shoes (if they have any).
b. Had to beg for a living.
c. Know the story.

Because most of us, admittance or not, have all grown up with some sort of privilege. Whether that be having a roof over your head or being able to stay 'updated' with all the new trends.

However, I call to challenge us privileged (the odds are if you're reading this- it's on some sort of screen thus equivalent to some sort of privilege) to get up, stand up and go outside to beg. Be vulnerable.  See just how 'willing' people are... then go (if you're lucky enough to be granted any) use those funds for good, towards the ones who need it most. We could all spare an hour, two, or even 15 minutes.
Just take a second, halt those fallen moments and stop.

...Or at least be considerate while passing...

[ "Own it" inspired]

Can't Handle This: a conversation

1:39pm; a conversation featuring the mind and C.O.
Living within the middle of a memory, each moment slowly passing frame by frame. I can't handle this right now... I just want to stay true to myself.
But he went down, fortifying the one place he doesn't belong; my heart.
Thus the vicious cycle continues, with my mental/physical health rapidly declining as it goes.
Repeating those words, over and over. You always did know how to use that mou-
C.O: "Amanda?"
         "I have some life advice for you... don't let anyone take you for granted"

She knew. Deep down she always knew; the blinded half, the one in which others aren't allowed to see, the soul crushing problems life so gracefully challenges us with in which the fallen moments effortlessly continue.

Not a moment had passed in settling for the simple yet meaningful response of "Thank you." as I wish it gives her everything I can't myself.

[ https://youtu.be/rYy0o-J0x20 ~ Bo Burnham inspired ]

Dedications

This goes to the ones with souls like mine; caring, compassionate, captivated.
This goes to the ones whom constantly embrace the world; living with open hands.
This goes to the ones truly experiencing; may the heart aches never halt the light inside.