There are many things in this life
that you may
need,
want
and the synonyms of such

But bear mind,
That which the Gaia is unfair
for us man
do not always have a white salted beach,
but bear in mind, which is subjective

For even if life gives us
the orchard
the farm
the tree that has been passed down
as life;
we are but just one moment
one moment that makes us wonder

"why is life such a big bruh moment"

I swore I wrote my last poem for you
But here’s another out of the blue.
On this day, I hope you are filled with love
From yourself and the people you have.
I hope joy now reaches your eyes.
Through time, I hope you grew wise.
I hope you cherish people more,
Built relationships stonger than before.
I hope you have peace
In every aspect there is.
I pray for a love that that accepts and is faithful,
Forgiving, patient, and truthful.
I hope the clouds aren’t shrouding you anymore
And that the sun is warm as it reaches your core.
Know that for years I’ll remember,
To be thankful for your life every twenty-third of October.

Kierkegaard, alone in Copenhagen
Up late at night, writing
Today, they call it graphomania
But I call it love

To reach just one reader
Not the herd, not the millions
But rather...


                That single one.
                     Individual.