Pure

I never write anything too happy

maybe it’s not worth writing or maybe i’m not

pure in the moment

I learned to write whatever comes to my mind in a split second

Mostly thoughts of something that happened years, months or days ago

The future is something I haven’t splashed on paper, i’m writing something

i’m hoping to happen then the feeling that drowns my body of melancholy when it doesn’t

since then hope isn’t too hard to find if you want the future to become your reality, at least if

your mindset can thrive knowing it can be hard

the world around me moves fast but my brain moves slow

I always remember it being that way since I was little

since it can’t change it overtime, cause there’s no cure according to doctors

there’s no cure health wise but mentally a cure is what you make it out to be

the wind at the beach in my curly hair that i have been ashamed of, family that

loved me through anything, maybe that’s the cure

undying love or memories that hold a locked haven in one’s heart.