real talk (mental health) & poetry

To be Alive.

We are all going to die

So of course I want to remember everything.

Of course I want to remember all the people who made the darkness a little bit lighter, even if it was just for a moment.

The tight hugs, that conversation where we laughed at ourselves whilst sitting in the dirt sorting rocks.

The time I met your partner and he handed you your mocha in a mug that said ‘hot stuff’

I will always take the time to stop and smell the roses that hang over the fence of the blue house at the end of the street.

I don’t believe in bucket lists, but one thing I would like to do before I die,

Is Live.