This was written after hearing someone talk about being held in dark places but always pushing to get to the light. It was also a reflection of my own feelings as I went through a tough period of an invisible illness. Darkness hangs over me Not always an enemy It walks beside me for years Knowing my footsteps My fears My rhythms But then again Sometimes it turns on me It locks me in windowless rooms Hallways that circle back on themselves Paths with walls too high to climb

This poem was written as I found myself awake in hours meant for sleep. It is my attempt to capture that feeling of the strange comfort of darkness, the confusion of tired senses and mysteries that breathe in the shadows Quiet dreams in a sleepless city How can that be true? Can you dream when there’s no sleep? Of course…. they’re called daydreams But here It is not without sleep For sleep is everywhere No matter the noise Or The silence Neon lights that stutter in the

After a discussion, I was thinking about freedom and what it means, the phrase 'The freedom of your mind is what liberates you' popped into my head so I decided to write a song In a room that has no windows thinking the world was small But a spark rose up within you saying you must break the wall You do not need permission to unlock doors inside Take that step and move forward that’s what you must decide So rise up and redefine everything you thought you knew Think hard think