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So many feelings passing through this framework made of flesh and bones. I lack the canvas of words to paint them. Maybe some feelings needn't be expressed, maybe some are just supposed to be felt and kept close. Either way, to feel is to be alive and I'm grateful to be alive enough to feel.

We smile for the camera,

Inside we all are dying.

Turn off the camera

And you'll see us crying.

We're all pretenders

We're all terrified

To show our true selves

We so strenuously hide.

I said to their face I don't want your society

They laughed at me and called me a freak

They locked me up in a dark room

It echoes everytime I scream

I tell them give me back my wings

I'm Icarus in my dream

They put our minds in prison

Then they tell us we're free

Once I remember my dreams again

I'm gonna break the rules and flee.

highway to hell.

“the car you drive

it is beautiful, but it will never take us too far.

the turns you take

will only bring us hitches and not the ecstasy of our desired path.

the roads you choose

appear to be the highway to eden, but they will just lead us to a fortress built on shaky ground.

the directions you follow

will only have us meeting dead ends and not the love of a lover’s heart.”

i don’t know if you’ve noticed, but there’s a ‘you’ and ‘us’ situation going on there (just explaining the fact that you leave your decision to someone else, you’re far off from deciding something for yourself). it’s because sporadically, you’re seeing it. you’re seeing the end of the road. you’re seeing the dead end. you’re seeing the fall. you’re seeing the disaster. you’re staring right into the end of everything, but you still jump into the car and go for it.

you know it’s going to end horribly, and you still go for it. there are no possibilities, you’re just aware of what the result is going to be, and you without paying any mind to any of it just go for it.

you know, what appears to be the garden of eden is just another nightmare. you know that what looks like a gateway to freedom is just a freeway to the reason you wanted to escape in the first place.

the first line that i came up with was, “the doors we knock, they will have us frozen wishing for the warmth of a sun-heart.” i don’t know what a sun heart is, but to me, it’s a place, a feeling that feels like a fire place that embraces you when you’re cold. it’s just a heart that is bright and warm.

but soon i decided that i-being-me wanted to end this very differently because there’s no point of wishing for a happy ending when there’s no “happy” left. so, you take whatever road you see and just go.

excerpt from love poem #4, mika deneige

In honour of my first print publication, I threw myself a Jo March themed photoshoot. Tucked away reading my poems in print filled me with this wonderful fire, and even though the world feels distant and isolated right now, there’s a fine line between loneliness and freedom. Here’s to my literary and fictional heroes.