When asked to write a poem about a time I left my comfort zone, I giggle a little and bat an eye for it was the time I left my home

The moment I set foot on earth was the day I left the known; and to my sheer confusion, humans call this home

You see, we live to die, we fight to fly, we remind ourselves to breathe; but human form is not our norm,…read more

They define a goal as a desired result
A place you could be but you’ve never felt
A goal is a destination at the end of a journey
The drive that demands and begs you to hurry
So when asked what my goals are my answer is none
Because goal over journey is simply no fun

We scale mountains of wants just to fall down so deep
Not aware that the j…read more