There isn't enough time to heal a fractured heart.
Who told me these bandaid methods could hold my sanity?
It's like i got caught in quicksand but then stopped sinking with just my head afloat.
I wonder if it'd have been me instead would the world be a slightly better place? 
My tears fall into the empty spaces anyway.
My muffled cries fade before they reach the ears I'd want to hear them. 
My pain's invisible because I laugh it off with a jester's temperament.
I find pieces of myself floating in the Toronto city wind. 
I lose pieces of myself biting my tongue at work. 
I work at peaceful solutions cause a lighter journey is what we all deserve.
And when I think that maybe I could be happy *one day*.
I realize my foundation is more causarina root than concrete base. 
Have I eaten yet today?
Should I pray for better days? 
I wish I could've paid death's debt and heard your laugh today. 
Do we truly meet again in atomic form? 
Is it as peaceful as we all hope for? 
Did something grander come on the other side life's closed door?

Carry me into your happiest space. 
I promise it's safe for me to reside there.
We exist in a time when love is a transaction. 
And we treat each other like time shares. 
Likes and a text are seen as effort. 
And physical time is rare. 
Online attention is enough but showing up in every moment is nothing. 
I'm still trying to learn you everyday
You are where the angels stay.