I love you

I know I am young
And so are you
But I’m 100% certain

I love you

I know I’m leaving
So I shouldn’t tell you
But I hope one day you know

I always loved you

I hate all the things that I love
Things that don’t make any sense
Drugs
Religion
Politics
The list goes on
But out of all these things  
I love you the most

The mirror is my enemy
It shows me things way before I am prepared to accept them
And forces me to stare at a creation I deem inadequate.

So righteous are you
Pointing your divine finger
That you selfishly avoided
Your very own mirror

And so distracted
you will fall into the flames
You apparently so fear
For others

Everyone is equal here
In the eyes
Of our god.

Our hands couldn't touch because they were too similar
So we decided to put our backs together instead
And faced opposite sides of the world
So that our lips would never utter the same words ever again

Reforming the formless

we all are in a journey,
a journey of self,
journey of forage,
we all are craving for us,
craving for real us,
and the journey,
seems to continue,
until we find someone,
on the same path,
with same notion,
the one we can communicate,
not through words,
but by silence
by eyes,
and that moment
we realize,
they aren't any other person,
they were the parts of our own soul,
split up by GOD,
to keep us in a journey,
journey of self.....

So foolish to
think that we are enough for
each other’s demons

There's something addicting
About a sharp
And beautiful mind
Full of a clean kindness
Fighting hidden demons inside