Dreams Are a Strange Thing.

She stood in front of the mirror, but the girl who she saw was not her--- even though it was.
For her hair, it was much shorter.
Her nose, it was much smaller.
Her eyes, they were much larger.
Her lips, they were much fuller.
Her skin, it was much paler.
But it was her.
For, you see, as she lifted her arms-- so did the other girl's.
When she moved her mouth-- so did the other girl's.
But when the girl in the mirror spoke, the girl who was standing before it did not.
They girl with short hair said robotic-ally, as she poked her cheek "I am so much paler than you."
"But aren't we the same person?" Asked the original girl.
A large smile was planted on the short haired girl's lips.  "Oh no.  You'll never be me."

Unearthly World that is

I want to dip my hands in a river of stars
and pull them up through my fingers.
Watch as the black liquid drips with tiny suns
while the millions of supernovas linger.
I want to soar in a sky of sea creatures
and dance and twirl with the orca whales.
Breathe in the ocean whilst gripping my reality
but my mind being pulled like wind sails. .
I want to climb down into the depths of a cavern of light
and be consumed by the glittering crystals.
To feel my chest float with awe; ecstasy bound
as my heart becomes torn from a pistol.
I want to sing in the mountains while losing my breath
to feel the chilled air envelope my lungs.
And as I shut my eyes, I would feel the gentle kiss
from the snowflakes that perish so young.
I want to see through the rain to feel its pain
only to have it become my own.
I want to lift up the world, give it a twirl
to shake away the sadness, creating a home.
But more than that, I want to see the Earth smile
beaming like its Savior the sun.
To sense the ease it would bring, opening the sky
making this land feel like one.
But I can't do that.
And I know that.
It is most outrageous to think.
But it's not bad to hope.
And it's not bad to wish.
For this idea,
concept,
foundation;
it's a small step.
So small.
But so real.

A Police Statement

     "I counted to four while standing on the edge.  My swimsuit wasn't like everyone else's in how every one else's was already wet from their jumps.  But my trousers were still dry and I knew they were laughing at me.
     I counted to five while clenching my teeth.  It was a high jump, but there was water below.  I knew this.  I drove past this every day.
     I counted to six when I heard them yelling to me from several feet back.
     "Come on, Christian!"  I think that was Kyle.
     "Deep breath and go, Chris!"  Definitely Sean.
     "Don't be such a pussy!"  I didn't recognize that voice, so I'm guessing it was one of the random guys that tagged along with us.
     I counted to seven, wondering how I got here.

     We were talking at lunch about how crazy it would be to jump off one of the cliff's near Lindell Beach when someone said it would send an incredible adrenaline rush.  Then someone else piped up how you don't grow hair on your chest until you've pushed your boundaries to the extreme.
That's when Sera scolded us for talking about something so dangerous.  About how we were making it seem heroic where so many people died from cliff diving; especially considering the recent deaths from a few people who jumped off the cliff's near Lindell.

     I counted to eight as I began to notice how shaky I had gotten.

One of the boys-- I think it was Kyle, he said it could be a gateway to manhood or some shit- crap, sorry.  But we all got pumped up about it and psyched ourselves up.  About two hours later we were cramming into Kyle's van with a few guys from our class as we drove to Lindell Beach.

     I counted to nine as I looked over the edge.  The waves crashed against the cliff, and I couldn't see past the thick black water.  I heard a bit of commotion behind me, but before I could turn I felt someone spin me around.
     "Hey!"  I exclaimed while trying to not tumble off the cliff.  I noticed the green eyes I was looking at belonged to Sera.
     "Are you seriously so stupid as to do this?"  Her lips quivered a bit, and she kept fumbling to keep her brown hair from being blown into her face.
     "How did you get here?  You don't drive."
     She laughed a bit, "Neither can you, but you managed to catch a ride too."
     I looked over her shoulder and noticed how restless the guys were getting.  Kyle scowled as he pointed to the cliff.
     When I didn't respond she pointed behind her, "Danielle drove me up."
     Just as she said Danielle, I noticed her short tan frame leaning against a vibrant, red convertible.  I'm surprised I didn't hear her smacking her gum before.  Then I noticed something.  They were both in their swimsuits.  Danielle was in a two-piece yellow one with large round sunglasses-- red of course to match her lipstick.
     But when I looked back to Sera, she was wearing a simple black one-piece.
     "We realize it's stupid.  But, I dunno, we thought since we know CPR and stuff we could just make sure if one of you got hurt we could help."  She shrugged, "Besides we're here now, and it's a bit of a drive to go back.  And Danielle wanted to be around boys."   She smiled at her last comment and we caught ourselves laughing at it.
     I ran my hand through my hair as I turned back towards the cliff, "Well, I'm about to jump, so if I need help I won't shout up.  But if you hear me shouting, don't jump after me, okay?"  I grinned as she nodded.
     "Just jump as far away from the cliff as you can, alright?"
     I answered by putting some distance between me and the edge.  I looked at her before sprinting to the edge.
     I lost track of which number I had counted to, so I just let myself leap off.
     And then I felt the rush as I fell through the air.  My breath became the air and my face was absorbing the sunlight.  My limbs were light and my hair was as soft as feathers.  I had to remember to position my body properly to land so I didn't hurt myself.
     And in an instant, water consumed me.  I felt exhilarated as I let myself stay floating under the water.  I felt like I was in another world.  I felt incredible and soft and peaceful.
     I slowly swan up to the surface, inhaling deeply as my lungs felt oxygen.  I heard someone yelling, but I was in such a haze that I couldn't make out what they were saying.  I looked up at the sky and noticed how the pale yellow light kissed the water so beautifully that it created a liquid gold.      A few seagulls squealed above me and I watched in awe as their wings spread wide to take the air current against the cliff.  They seemed to fly so easily.  I wondered what it would be like to fly like that.
     But then I realized I was just exposed to that feeling.  It felt like I was flying.  I want to keep flying.
     Suddenly a giant splash exploded beside me, sending me into shock as to what happened.
     A head full of long brown hair popped up gasping and yelling, "Christian!"
     I felt my stomach drop when I recognized her.
     I choked a bit on water, "Sera?"
     Her eyes widened and I saw anger flow through her as she splashed me, "Christian! For God's sake, I thought you were hurt! You didn't shout up, and you said you would if you weren't hurt, and so you were making it seem like you were hurt, and I was so scared because I didn't know what to do when I would get down here because right now I can't see a way to get back up--"  I started laughing.  Really, really hard.  "Why are you laughing?  Christian.  Christian!"  She splashed me again.
     I spoke between breaths and water, "I was in awe with everything.  The jump was incredible, I was just in another world.  I barely heard you yelling, and it was like every image and feeling was amplified.  I'm so sorry Sera."  I was laughing again.  But she sank a bit in the water and moved away from me.  I grew a bit solemn, "Sera?"
     She went to splash me again but I grabbed her wrists, which is really awkward when you're treading water.  I had to push her hands down and continue treading water.  She looked at me through her eyelashes and muttered something.
     "What?"  I swam a bit closer.
     "I said you're a jerk for making me think you were hurt!"  She splashed me before I could stop her.
     "Okay, you really need to stop doing that."  I wiped my face.  Sera glared at me and smacked her hand into the water to me, and she kept spraying the water for a good minute.  Finally, she stopped, huffing a bit.
    "Are you done?"  I asked.
    "Yes."  She mumbled, looking unhappy.
    "C'mon, let's head up.  With how long we're taking, they might be a bit freaked too."  Her face lit up a bit with hearing that we're leaving.
     We swam over to the cliff and I told her if we held on and moved to the right, there'd be a pathway that some people made so it's easy to get back up.
     When we got to the top again, the guys were sitting casually while Danielle was sun bathing.  You could see her talking to Sean, who seemed so into the conversation that he didn't even check out her body.  I gave him props.  When Danielle spotted Sera, she leaped up and shimmied over to her, all the guys swooned pretty hard that I could hardly refrain my laughter.
     She dramatically swept Sera up in large hug, "We were all so worried, Ser."  She air kissed both her cheeks and went back down to Sean.
    Kyle nodded to me, "Not so bad, eh?"  He smiled, "And you got Sera to jump, so you killed two birds with one stone!"  My smile felt a bit forced, but I asked anyways.
    "What do you mean?"
    "Everyone who's here has to jump."  I felt cold suddenly.
    "If they don't want to jump they don't have to."  I replied.  But the problem wasn't who jumped, but who hadn't.  And the only person who hadn't was Danielle.
     She waved her hand dismissing the idea, "Oh please, I'm not jumping.  I'm tanning.  See?"  The patted her towel.
     Kyle smirked, "Oh, if you don't want to jump that's fine, babe."  I saw her clench her teeth.
     "Don't call me babe."  She stood up, beginning to roll up her towel, "Well, Ser, since you've had your fun and saved Mr. Dreamy, let's haul ass and get out of here."  But as she kissed Sean's cheek and stood up-- leaving a bright read kiss mark, may I add-- Kyle stepped in front of her.
     "Go?  But you haven't made your mark yet, babe."  He smiled with his bright white teeth.
     I stepped up now, realizing how serious this was getting.  I chuckled a bit to break the tension, "Okay, guys, if she doesn't wanna jump, she doesn't have to."  I turned to Danielle, "We'll see you at school, have a nice weekend," I stepped to Sera and leaned to her ear, "And I hope to see you this weekend, maybe?"  She grinned and gave me her phone to put my number in.  As I was finishing it and Danielle was walking to her car, Kyle ran forward to her and picked her up.
     I rushed the number, gave Sera my phone back and stopped Kyle.  I noticed Sean was standing up now too.
     "Kyle, put her the fuck down.  What are you thinking?  This isn't the time, or area to be fooling around."  Sean sounded pretty scary when he was serious,
     Kyle snorted, "What, you want your little girl toy back?  Come get her."  And with that, he sprinted to the cliff edge.  Everyone was shouting now, and I felt Sera grip my arm.
     Sean, with his height, easily ran to the edge and pulled Danielle out of his arms.  He placed her on the ground and shoved Kyle in the chest, "What the fuck is your problem?"
    Danielle slowly crawled away, shaking vehemently.  I rushed to her side and helped her to sit next to Sera.  Danielle had taken off her sunglasses, and you could see the fear in her blue eyes.  Sera ran to the car and grabbed the towel, wrapping Danielle in it.
    I heard a bloodcurdling scream from Danielle as she pointed to the cliff with her sunglasses.
    I spun on my heels and saw that Kyle was standing over the edge, his back heaving from his lungs.  But I didn't see Sean.
    I whispered while stepping towards him, "Kyle?"  His back was still rising quickly, "Kyle, where's Sean?"  All the guys were in shock.  But Kyle didn't turn around.  I felt a gust of wind fly by me, and I saw Sera's brown hair flowing like the waves below as she jumped off the edge.
    "Sera!"  I was jumping before I knew what was happening, and I smashed into the water faster than a second.   I broke through the water, gasping for air, and saw Sera swimming through the waves, diving, coming back up, scanning for where he could be.  I dove under the water, trying to see him, but the water was so dark I couldn't see anything.
    I came to the surface, and panic struck me as I couldn't see Sera anymore either.  I looked up at the cliff and saw Kyle staring down intensely.  I squinted my eyes because something felt off.  But I went over to the path, to find Sera sitting, clutching her hands.
    "Sera, it's okay, we'll find him."  She shook her head.
    "I can't see him if he's hurt.  I know CPR, Chris, not how to save someone's life.  I can go call the ambulance."
    I reached for her hands and squatted in front of her, "When you go call the ambulance, please come straight down.  Take the path if you need to, but when I find him I need your help to keep him conscious."  I tried to smile, and she stood up nodding.
    "Okay.  I'll come straight down."  With that, she sprinted up the path.
    I hurried back to the water and saw that Kyle was still staring down.  I spent about five minutes scouring the water, and diving as deep as I could go.
    Then something came to my mind.  When Sera came back down-- by the path-- I asked her about what the water looked like when she jumped in after me, the first time.
     "The water was really choppy.  But not like how they were crashing against the cliff.  It was like a bulls eye."  She tilted her head, "Why?"  But then her eyes widened.  "The water.  It wasn't disturbed from Sean when I went down."  She covered her mouth as tears formed in her eyes, "He never made it to the water, Chris.  He never made it."  She was hysterical now, sobbing into her arms.  I comforted her for a moment before I had to pull away.
     "I have to find him, Ser.  Stay here.  Breathe through your nose out through your mouth."  She nodded.
    When I went into the water I looked up at the cliff.  There were a few spots where Sean could have fallen, but something told me it would be easy to see where he was.  Because Kyle was staring at him.
    It was all a blur after that.
    I'm sorry.  I don't remember anything other than climbing up the cliff, and having to push his body into the water.  Then I had to pull it by the pathway.  I had to help Sera try to help Sean.  And she cried a lot.  I began crying too.  I had been best friends with Sean for twelve years.  We used to play video games on NES when we were younger.  Especially Donkey Kong.  We loved DK.
    I held Sera because she couldn't stop crying.  So eventually we stopped trying to help Sean because he wasn't responding.  He wasn't breathing.  So we held each other as we waited for the ambulance.
   I'm sorry officer, I can't remember anything else."

A Nightmare

This may trigger some people, so if you are easily triggered, please don't hurt yourself and read this.  I don't want you to hurt yourself.

My legs were numb when I woke up.  It happens a lot. When ever my hands or legs fall asleep... my dreams become nightmares. I think it's because my mind is trying to make sense of why my body is suddenly not being able to feel.

This is the nightmare I had when my legs became numb. 

The house was tall and dark. Six stories. Each floor was just a small shadowed room. And my mind kept flashing to cut up legs. The legs had thousands of shallow razor cuts, and each person on each floor had cut up legs. 

The cuts were from a shaving razor. 

The girl that I was speaking to looked like the actress who played Matilda.  Dark brown hair,  bow head band.  She was not on the first,  second or third floor. 

But before I began stepping up the spiral wooden stairs,  she spoke about being cut on her legs. How the people in the house all had cuts on their legs,  but a few were the ones doing it--- even to themselves.  She seemed terrified, but in a serious way.
After she talked to me she disappeared.  And that's when I began on the first floor.

The young adult I met was blond and had a slim build.  He had dark brown eyes and I when I found him shaking in the corner of his black, shadowed room with only a queen bed in the middle, I found he only had underwear on.  It isn't that kind of dream though, so if that's what you are hoping to read, just leave.
He was curled up, leaning his head against the dark wall when I spoke to him.  I couldn't hear myself speaking, but I knew I was asking him questions like 'What's happening?'  and 'Who did this to you?' as I was referring to his red, bleeding legs.  But he looked past me, and was whimpering and crying.  He didn't speak, but he looked up.  He looked up.

The young woman I met on the second floor was brief.
In fact, I don't remember it at all.
All I know is that it was the same looking room, only one higher, and that she was sitting in her underwear (white, underwear) and she was silent.  I didn't speak to her.  But I remember her raven black navy hair.  She had black irises.

The third floor is the final floor I got to, but I knew there were a few more above me.  The woman in this floor-- same bedroom like the others-- she was laughing the crazed maniacal way that insane people laugh.  She was cutting  her legs with a shaving razor.  Cutting horizontally.  She would whisper something, cut, laugh, cut, whisper, laugh, cut, cut, cut.
I said hello.  But she was unaware of me.  And as I was speaking, I realized she was answering me without me realizing it.  I would ask her what's going on, and she would cut and say something in a verse of poetry.  When I asked her why she was cutting herself she responded like this:

Living in fear, unaware of here
cut, cut, cut.
I can see, but cannot be
cut, cut, cut.
Wouldn't you rather have control
of the fist that hit you
an hour ago
than not be able to sleep
with a content mind?
If you were the one the dragged the blade
and slept in a bed that's softly made
than not be able to sleep
due to a restless mind?
My hand
My movements
My power
Not theirs.
They can't touch me
with my own cuts
because the room is gone
they've lost their luck.

And that's when I woke up in a panic.  I was so terrified I had to turn on the light and was unable to sleep.  Because as she spoke, my vision was flooded with images and I knew that the little girl who I first met was in the very top room, and that she was the one that scared every one and cut everyone elses' legs.  And Getting that rush of information made me terrified.

But as I say,
I would rather have nightmares than not be able to remember my dreams.

A Cigarette

I brought the cigarette between my lips, pausing for a second- a second so quick no one could notice I breathed outward, before inhaling deeply.  I clenched my teeth, refusing to cough.  I will not cough.  He wouldn't cough.  He smoked like it was as easy as breathing.  He would place the cigarette against his mouth any second now, inhale, hold, exhale, laugh, inhale, hold, exhale, say something about how my sunglasses have finger prints on them, inhale, hold, exhale, offer me one.  I'd say no.  I always said no.
I brought the thin white paper to my face, and just held it.
A few girls walked by me, and I felt their steady gaze on the hand by my face.  On the cigarette.  I inhaled deeply.  Do not cough.  Do not cough.  Jane I swear to god, do not fucking cough.
They were out of site.
I hurled over, choking up my lungs.
"God!"  I slammed my hands against the wall I was now leaning against.  The rough red bricks scraped my hand, I cursed while pinching the still burning cigarette.
"Is this what you wanted?!"  I shouted at the wall.  I could see him.  His head would be tilting ever so slightly.  His mouth would be slightly upturned.  The black leather jacket would be crinkled as he would place his hands in his jean pockets.  He'd pull out his pack.  He's pull out his lighter.  He'd bring both to his mouth.  And then he'd pause for a second.  A second no one could see.  But I saw it.  I saw it every time.  I saw his hesitation.
"Your hesitation should have lasted longer."  I spat at the wall, "You should have thrown out your pack.  Taken up some activity.  For God's sake--!"  A sob choked my throat, "Kept your nerves calm some other way."  I flicked the built up ash off the tip of the cigarette and leaned against the wall, slowly sliding down into sitting position.
I stared at the cigarette.
"Is this what you wanted?"  I flicked off more ash, "This was your plan wasn't it.  You do this with a lot of people.  You don't have to though.  You could stop this.  Stop hurting people."  More ash.
I didn't expect it to respond.
"You do realize that's an inanimate object, right?"  For a second-- only a second-- I freaked out because I thought it was talking to me.  To be fair though, I hadn't slept in the past month.  But I calmed down when I realized that one, the voice was right.  It was an inanimate object.  Two, the voice was female.  And I know this may be gender biased, but I thought a cigarette would sound kind of like a raspy old man.
I looked up, only to see a pair of green eyes and a quite noticeable chest that was being enclosed by a tank top.
I blinked.
She was brave.
She sat down next to me.
"Cancer?"  Her voice did sound kind of raspy.
I didn't look at her dark red hair pulled into a very high pony tail.  Or her  vibrant green, spider-like nails.  Or her stiletto scarlet pumps.  And I didn't even notice her very short jean skirt.  I brought the cigarette to my mouth, paused, inhaled. Don't cough, Jane.  I swear to- well, you already know who.
"You do know you aren't technically aloud to smoke in this area, right?  If you want to smoke outside a hospital, there are designated areas."  Her bright pink lips popped a perfect bubble with minty gum.
I inhaled.
"You might not want to talk, but I had to speak to ya."  Pop.
Inhale.
"You can't smoke here."  Pop.
Inhale.
"You may not believe this, but I'm a doctor here.  You can't smoke here." Chew. Chew. Chew.
I looked at her.  Her green eyes seemed so bright, and that's when I noticed the laugh lines by her eyes.
"Come on."  She stood up with ease, and offered me her hand. "Come on, sweets."  She tugged my free hand up.
We were walking around the hospital.  My limbs felt heavy.  I don't like smoking.  It makes my body feel gross.
We stopped suddenly.
"Here.  You can smoke here."  She smiled.  Her laugh lines were emphasized.
"Thanks."  I mumbled.  Inhale.
"She speaks," She said as she rose her eyebrows in awe, "What other words do ya know?"  Pop.
"Fuck." Inhale.
She let out a harsh, surprised laugh, "That was unexpected.  And crude."
"Aren't you worried about second-hand smoke damage to your lungs?"  I asked apathetically.  Inhale.
"Sweets, I'm a doctor and I've been smoking since I was ten. I know the risks.  I know how addicting it is.  I'm a walking oxymoron.  A doctor who smokes."  She laughed more heartily.  I heard the raspy again.
And for a second, while her profile was laughing, I saw him laughing.  He didn't have laugh lines though.  But I guess he always seemed permanently young.  He was supposed to stay young with me.
"So it took you a bit to speak, I'm guessing you're the same with laughing."  Her pink lips grinned.
Inhale.  Flick.
She exhaled slowly; calmly.
We didn't speak for a while.  My cigarette was almost out.
He would be putting it under his shoe, grinding it out.  He would be pulling out another one.  Pack, lighter, mouth, pause, inhale.
His hands eventually began shaking.
His hair was starting to thin.
By the time we found out, it was too late.
"Why did you say Cancer?"  I asked while trying to cover my cough.
She answered while looking ahead, "You'd be surprised, but working in a hospital you see a lot of Cancer patients."  Her smile was dripping with sarcasm.  But she still seemed happy.  Then she turned to me, "I saw you practically vomit.  You haven't been smoking long.  I'd say you started the past twenty-four hours.  And I realize I'm supposed to respect patients privacy, but I was Wesley's doctor."
My throat closed when she said his name.
"Wesley had been smoking for a very long time."
"Don't."
"But just because he died that was, doesn't mean you should."  Pop.
Inhale.
"I'm surprised you don't recognize me."  She said while chewing, chewing, chewing.
I rose an eyebrow.  I think I'd remember her bright pink lips and vibrant green nails.  Especially her doctoral dressing habits.
Inhale.
"Let me introduce myself to you again Ms. McKinley."  She lobbed her wad of gum into the trash can, pulled a tissue from her pocket to wipe off her lipstick, released her hair from the pony tail and folding her hands carefully in front of her.  Her posture suddenly changed, and her voice grew serious.  In my sleep deprived state, her name rushed back to me.
"Doctor Hansen."  We said in unison.
I groaned, "For--"
"God's sake.  I know."  She pulled a slender tube from her pocket, and she tugged the cap off revealing a thick bubble gum pink lipstick-- one that was well used.  She laughed, "Hey, currently I'm on a break.  Losing a patient is hard, and we had to sort out paper work."
I clenched my teeth.
"Oh I'm sorry, did I offend you?"  She suddenly sounded angry.
"Yes-"
"Oh, sorry, I didn't realize you could taste my words with nicotine staining your tongue."
I blinked, too shocked to say anything.
"Ms. McKinley, you don't have to take up his dirty habit."  She put a new stick of gum in her mouth.
I looked at the cigarette.
"There wasn't anything we could do for Wesley, Ms. McKinley.  But you still have so much potential."  I brought the last bit of cigarette to my lips and paused.
"He wouldn't want you to go down this path."
I laughed, "He was always offering me them.  He wanted me to be like him."  I frowned, "I finally am."
"Jane."  Our eyes met, "Do you honestly believe he would have asked you if he knew you would have said yes?"  We were silent for a moment.  The ask was building up.  "Well," she sighed, "My break is almost over.  Think about what you want, Jane."
And she clicked away in her red pumps.
Click
Click
Click.
I stared at the burning cigarette.
And then I felt it slip out of my fingers.
And I watched the ashes crumble against the cement.
And I brought my sneaker over it.
And I crunched it.

Dr. Hansen stopped at the door and looked at me.
And she smiled.

A Poem

The sky was so blue
that the ocean became angrily wicked
and the mountains were then torn
because their feelings were being twisted
But one moment held strong
between the sea and its song
as the horizon made them kiss
The earth stood still
with a silence that killed
Oh,
Oh,
it wasn't something to miss.

Lucifer

Lucifer,
I wish I had spent my moments
when I was younger
praying for your pain
to dissipate into the fiery sea
that you know rule over
instead of praying
that my family would be alright.
Because I knew that eventually they would be
but you would suffer
for the rest of eternity.
I wonder if you cry
at night when people are dreaming
of their heaven
and I wonder if you
ever feel lonely in the
pit you were exiled to
and I wonder if the angels
who sided by you
ever felt like they weren't
the ones who were evil
but the ones who wanted
a change of their faith.
I wonder if you pray to
your father
trying to get him to speak to you
to tell him what you meant
and what you wanted
and how you love him
even though he threw you into his greatest creation;
Hell.
I wonder about all the people who pray to God
but never once decided to pray to the one being
who needs to be saved the most.
Not saved as in religion,
but saved from your emotions
and pain
and suffering that you go through
every moment
your lungs expand.
I wonder if you ever think about how your name means
Star.
How it's supposed to guide people through the night
and how it's a reflection of how someone sees them self.
I wonder if you ever say Star slowly
and let it linger on your tongue
because you were guiding
the angels
who wanted
change.
You were
standing up
for what
you believed
in
and
you
got
punched
for
thinking
so
differently.
I prayed to you last night.
I hope that you heard me.
For I said how strong you were
for pushing through
against your father's anger.
How you've held your own.
How you tried to do something taboo,
but when we revolt against the kings down here
they're called revolutions
and what you did was sin.
I prayed that you took a breath in
and felt pride that you went with your heart
passion
goals.
You went with who you were.
Are.
You're a Star, Lucifer.
You're a Star.