If there's been a lifetime
Where I've had to fight
For my God given right to be sane,
Then this must be it.
It's a lifetime that contains within it
A constant silver lining.

It's not because I've suffered
That that should hinder me.
The clean-up just takes more time.
More persistence and faith
To wash the dirt off my worn hands.

And as I gaze out of the window
Of the large office building
Which somehow stumbled
On to my winding path,
I see cranes and constructions.
Humanity's lego blocks,
Reflections of our deepest selves.

I smile and come to realise
Somehow, this view
Looks much like myself...
Always building, never giving up
Always on the look out
For better solutions and structures.
It must have been
Humanities gift to me...

The orange winter sun
Caresses this view
And with it
It caresses my broken hands.

I love her only her
I love her she is my love
I love her smile
I love her smell
I love her kindness
From her heart I love
Her warm heart
I'm deeply in love
With a woman I truly love.

"There are nightmares I don’t want to wake up from. In these nightmares, you’re still in my life. You haven’t left. We still kiss upon meeting, and you still laugh in that musical way you always used to. Every time, it’s something different we used to do. Maybe we go to different museums even though I always consider you the most captivating piece of art. Or maybe we’re watching Netflix and actually chilling. Or maybe we’re just holding each other in silence because the world is too loud. No matter what, it’s always good, great even. So why would I call these dreams nightmares? Because I always wake up not with a cold sweat, but with an intense longing and tears that taste like the last kiss we shared. My hands always reach out for you but you’re not there. Instead, I’m always greeted by the familiar empty space in my bed. Every time, I’m forced to remember exactly how things used to be, just to come back to reality where it’s almost like we never met. And to this day, I can’t say I wish we never did.”