Writing, Ideas, & Stories
mostly, i loved the editing.
looking at someone’s work
their body their life their soul- in my hands.
& they left wanted me to look after it
like a mother leaving their child for daycare
to be picked up
their sophomore year, changed, scared-
will they love the choices they made?
the hearts they broke, they may never know
but i do-
i was there for everything,
but don’t worry ms. worthy.
i think they’re ready for the world
i love stories of builders
starting with a dream
everyone telling them
they’ll be nothing, your dream
is one in a million
not a chance
try something the world will appreciate ,
the next part is all the same
‘fuck ’em’
theye built castles
skyscrappers
tested the logic of humans
carved the sacred sky
burned their names;
they knew it would take time
sleepless nights
the will of a builder
to keep moving forward
after the world
had already given up
on you
Saint's Muse 