Restless Nights and Vivid Dreams

I wish I could go somewhere Where girls wear flowers in their hair And boys have stars in their eyes I wish I could find a place Where sparks illuminate the sky And it’s never really dark A place where rivers never stops flowing And the flowers never stop blooming.

A poem I wrote for all my friends The most beautiful kind of love Is the one that comes from friendship Because friends will always be there for you No matter what; Meanwhile 'lover', as we call them Can at any moment leave you behind With a broken heart and an empty soul But your friends are the ones Who are going to pick up the pieces And make you feel whole again.

A short poem I wrote on what anxiety means to me Silence. Silence everywhere. That’s all you can hear outside. Silence. There is a war inside your head, but the only thing people hear is silence. You try to speak but nothing comes out. Your mind is a battlefield: one thought contradicts another. A chaos uninterrupted and unlimited. Voices are yelling. They are telling you that you are not good enough, that you are no one, that the world would be better off without you. you are nothing.