Today I had the option
to continue how life is
or
take a step and change.
I didn't do anything
And it's okay
One cannot win every day.

In the red dusk of the desert with folded umbrella,
I am waiting in the ruins for you.

Touch me with your eyes for my arms aren't enough to hold you,
Breathe life into the shadows of my eyes.

This flutter of my heartbeat is the sign of the approaching storm,
Tearing apart my hopes has always been my favorite tune.

Maybe this traitorous moon was at fault,
cause the fireflies aren't enough to lighten up my world.

….It was a maze of Beauty and Madness.
Each thought painted with a different color; a different image.
A different kind of Magic.


Roses are red.
Violets are blue.

But you see…
Red was never really her color,  
and neither was blue.
Why couldn’t the Violets be violet, and the Roses be too.
F* it.
Let’s paint them yellow and green, orange and pink, even black and white too.

And so….
She left them all blank….
Waiting for the sky to turn green and the grass to turn blue.

The flare of my sun is dying,
Not feeling good enough
Finally, the beauty is falling.
They say it's just for some moment,
it will pass but it's been decades
My worn-out shoes are tired of tracing the unknown facade,
Like my limbs are my own shackles
Fascinated by raindrops,
paper boat drowning in the ocean
Maybe more than dream
I have made friends with mirage it seems.