her lightly hair were hidding very shyny eyes
when look at her I see the light
when look at her white shiny skin
her cheeks is burning by color pink
her voice enough for to be heared
she was some i amazed of
she was someone i loved
she was my secret lover
i lived this life with her in closet

If I cry, what am I crying for?
For me or for you?
Is it the situation or time? For me there is no rhyme...

But I see a pattern, this keeps on happening.
I can't explain it.
I don't understand it.

I just cry...but why?

I look inside, see a glimpse and sigh.
Why do I cry?

Am I crying today, for the same things as yesterday?
I shrug to myself and say...I don't know why, I cry, I really hope I'm not still crying on the day I die.

Don't try to find love
Love will find you
At right place at right time
Just keep patience.

I've built this machine with bleeding hands
I've shaped it to cheat the wind
I've shined it with polish and sweat
I've balanced it with feel
and powered it with iron and steel
I've become one with it and gave it life
I know air like the falcon
I know speed like the cheetah
and I do not have fear
for this is where my spirit is forever free

This is about
Being present
In the moment
With another human

Not rushing from them
Distracted
By our own
Desires and goals

Facing the shared problems of life
Entirely
Completely
Together

Whilst being true
To who we are
And what
We feel