Don't continuously loop these patterns.Voice your true thoughts. Live toward your fullest, most righteous potential. Go outside. Let go of your self-imposed limits. Do the things deemed impossible. Sing your heart out. Listen to those songs. Write until your fingers grow calloused, bleeding dry solely of passion. Until your heels collide with the relentless fluctuation of your existence.

Free-Form Poetry | Jordan Yackira, layout design

Please listen. I mean it. Your perception of the world is skewed, corrupted by isolation and desperation, deferred in harsh anticipation. Keep going.

Say the words you yearn to. Shout your heart out and respire the air of wonder. Dream forever until it welcomes you and says goodbye with refreshing grace.

Restless creature, you’ve seen Love in pastime, and it wasn’t so sweet. Where you stand, your aspirations bury themselves deep, waiting to surface. Life is prettier than it may seem. Cold soil presses beneath your feet. The earth is breathing, as should you. Escaping is effortless; leaving is the harsh truth. Enjoy your late spring ride. The blue hues welcome you.

Don’t do that to him.

Don’t do that to me.