martieek

I am a silver boy with the taste of wind on his lips and the smell of smoke on his fingers I am a silver boy in a neon world my pictures are painted with menthol and misery I paint my nails with venom I am a salmon in the silver stream I am the rat in the snow I'm just trying to get home I am a silver boy with stardust in his hair and frostbite on his wings stitch fire into the cracks of ice place lightning in a jar and I am born I am a silver boy kissing forests with mercy kissing boys and girls in dreams I am a silver boy clogging drains with wishes

To me you are more beautiful than daylight and i speak as a coal miner who has been underground for days I miss you like the dawn as a baby bird calls for its mother without you i am hopeless and lost but your return is like the sunrise I love you more than coffee and i speak as a man who has never gotten much sleep I love you more than silence and i speak as a man who has never been much good at small talk But your laugh has pierced the very core of my hollowed soul and planted a garden

I believe strongly in the power of believing.  Belief in anything is an immense source of strength, be it a good or bad thing.  One can believe in a brighter future, and that very belief can be the sole thing keeping them alive in their times of strife.  One can believe in a higher power, giving them a solace and a reason for all their life’s happenings.  One can believe they are superior to others, and that belief can blind them to the reality we are all in fact equal—likewise when one holds the belief that one is inferior to others. Something we must refrain from doing is comparing.  We mustn’t compare our problems to tho