To wait for the metro
is boring, tedious and cold.
It feels meaningless.
Or is it
a quiet moment
in the busy everyday life
where nothing is required of you
and you can just be?
Enjoy this pause.
To wait for the metro
is to live life now.

Listen to the sound
of a butterfly
flying by

Feel the wind
from a bumblebee's buzzing

Clouds in the sky
The endless artwork

you say that you’ll never be gay
or associate with anything queer
but i tell you
the atoms you’re surrounded by are gay
that sun you are feeling is queer
being gay is in the worlds nature
encrusted like diamonds on a coronet

I’m sorry I grew up.
Sorry the world changed me.
Sorry I can’t be the sun anymore,
but now I know what exists beyond like the darkness; not just light.
I still want you to love me.
But you only do when I give you a stupid hug
I can’t be the same as someone I don’t know,
I can’t just change.
And pretend the pain doesn’t remake me.
I don’t know why you expect me to just lie.
So I’m sorry I grew.
I know you hate me now, I do to.
But we can’t go back.
The past has changed me; I grew.

Alienated from society
We stand together
Apart from what we know
But close to what we have
Together
Alone now this company is all I know
You here with me
Inside my head
I remember what it was like
Together

Nature, art and poetry
My only three needs
Bringing colours to life
Meaning to words
To be understood
only after long gone

Once you taste solitude,
there’s no going back.
Once you find that
sweet spot within yourself,
there’s no turning back.

You weren't another animal in the shed
you loved even before your sight bled
not one to pretend you knew
your eyes only saw pictures that were true
and I wish I could've been so
yet bounded by my mind I never grew
but you tell me its not the end of the show
maybe still in a torn down cabin my world would brew
all my wear and tear in your silent chest I could stow
you wish nothing of me
and that's all it takes to make one want to be
and maybe one day we'll come together and be three