Timothy Won

W I S P - See the Beauty in everything ever imaginiable Tell me why you fill me False words to a brim Constricted in this dreamy Box, corner; but also Not free as I wish to be, Want to be, Hot skin, flesh, Sears a soul Full of wonder Once a glass half full A glass shattered on the floor where did they go Light, green pastures Hope for new places More experiences to experience Consuming uncaring darkness Cast one Cast two Cast three demons away Hung in a place Between Who, they What I don't want Create false expectations, They wonder what they could be An abyss Strung in a garment full of anxiety Once, they scream to be heard Drowning head, Grab your pride With taut muscles Pull yourself up out of misery Look around Collected Being Love yourself And please, Breathe