spoken word – brittany given.

journal fifty.

I love you Like birds love trees Like flowers love bees Like the moon loves the sun You’re my one And I’ll love you ‘Til all the trees die And the birds get too scared to fly And the bees forget to buzz And the flowers are all that was Left for someone to layContinue reading “journal fifty.”

journal forty-seven.

If your happiness became the only form of payment, How much more selfish would you be? What would be worth your tears? I want you to think carefully Because I really think that’s it. That’s the price we are paying. To live this life, It should go without saying That you only get to beContinue reading “journal forty-seven.”

journal seventeen.

Isn’t it gratifying? To hear the words they say? The praises they sing? Who are you trying to kid? We all know. You care what they think. But how could you not. Children, we were born this way, fingers scrolling on digital screens. We don’t touch grass anymore. We watch it, behind a sheet. WeContinue reading “journal seventeen.”