is there a way for someone to get close to me
without me hurting them?
I'm a series of traps in a maze plotted by my flaws and insecurities.

Love is fleeting;
not promised,
nor permanent.
But if you look for it--
you'll see,
always Present.

Do not rewrite the past.
No hand can erase
what time has carved
in wounded skin.

Let your oldest notebook
inscribe the first line
of a new tale —
written in fresh tears
and the sweat
of becoming
a future still unfolding.

What will I leave
when I leave
a bunch of words
for someone to read?

What will I leave
when I leave
memories of a life less lived?

What will I leave
when I leave
dreams that remained unfulfilled?

Whatever I leave behind
will stay behind.
Not be my companion
in that other world.

This deadly disease of love leaves scars on my heart each time I try to find love within the seven seas.
With hope I travel these seas.
With determination I sail for weeks, months, and years.
With strength I face the unbearable airs and storms at seas.
And I still manage to get myself tangled in the airs of the disease.

Have you perhaps held on too long
to the place that you call home?
Have you let too much time slip by,
avoiding the unknown?
 
It’s hard not to be scared of change,
it happens naturally.
The risk of taking chances, yes
it’s pure anxiety.
 
But staying in this place is death,
you’re meant to rise and grow.
Your heart is meant to be your guide,
trust it and just let go.
 
If you stay here, you’ll just get old.
Your dreams you’ll never find.
So, take this chance, depart…
and leave this old place far behind.