yesterday i was the moon

when ache arrives

put it on paper

it is here to hurt your heart

use it to save your art

when you’ve lost everything and everyone,

meet defeat with open arms. shake hands with

it; warmly, firmly, happily. it has taught you all

the things you shouldn’t do if you want victory

next time—embrace it. your defeats are not a

sign of your weaknesses; they never were and

they will never be. they are the medals you need

to decorate in your living room for the world to

see so they can know where you are coming

from, because in the end the victor and the

defeated are kind of the same; one has won the

battle and the other one knows how exactly

it is won.

{welcoming defeat}

silent future. those houses carry the dead

dreams and maybe broken hearts too