The frowns that was caused by everything but that wondrous creature are now caused by nothing but that wonder somehow.
I dived into the ocean and drew the promised path
Grew the orchids and ripped them off my skin, organized the dead stars and ripped them off my eyelids and the half dead butterflies were buried because I ran out the shivers down my spine that they used to feed on. The taste of disappointment is bitter and has a very strong aftertaste. Enough of the nonsense and more of sanity.
I am the seaweed, but I am the ocean as well.
I'm not what belongs to you. Never did. Happily never will.

I stare at the sun until it partly blinds me, it shows me almost every way of letting go but every other way calls me.
"Let the light go, let it die, don't let it **** you."
I stare at the sun and it sends away a burning scent
"Replace this with the scent that dances along every song you listen to, you're making it harder on yourself. Let the scent go."
I light everything with that scent on fire, where's the burning scent?
It declines fire with a raining cloud that I recognize the scent of.
The scent of comfort taking over my hands and cheeks, in every page of The Catcher in the Rye, on the only rock that holds magic, on our house, on the colors of our dark cloud.
What did you do to Odd? Odd told you when we first met that we're ruiners, we warned you about the unknown, we'd ruin you.
How did this end up by him disappearing and self-ruining?
How am I left alone thinking of all the ways I ruined this and all the noises around reminding me of every mistake you did that lead me to taking every step I'm taking? I didn't plan for this to happen.
Do you know what it means to fight for something? for nothing?
I fought for nothing.
There you stand
accusing me for being one of them humans we despise.
your scent dances along every song I listen to
I relate to nothing
Nothing replaces my wondrous, wonderful and full of wonders 'human being'
Thank you for misunderstanding.

I walked into an empty room with a handful of everything I wanted to leave behind, there was a reaching hand that promised me comfort and little tiny piece of hope for exchange. We exchanged with no words.
People noticed a different face on me but not on her.
I promised myself I'll use the piece of hope on her.
It'll take time, a lot of time. Maybe years?
Time was not it. Maybe words?
Lots of words, words are not it.
Maybe nothing?
Yes, nothing.
Nothing never needed hope, time or words.
Nothing never needed anything and maybe that's why it handed everything it had to me, hoping I'd realize being nothing is better.
I realized nothing it is, nothing for me, nothing for her.
So I lose nothing.
Words are ****.
Hope is just an illusion.
Nothing it is.

Are you there?
Are the bells ringing?
Are you smiling as if you've never faced the bad days and swept to save the bees?
Show them you're a superhero with and without the cape, you saved the bees.
Have another two cups of the latte, keep your book company, I'll be there soon.
Are the bells ringing?
Are you singing the song?
Are you answering the questions?
I can tell the sun over there is treating you well, let's hope you'd still be smiling in the presence of the sun here as you are over there instead of keeping it a memory.
Climb higher
Walk slower
Treasure this
Sleep well, there can be no monsters there that you cannot defeat on your own.
Remember me in every passing cloud,
in every raindrop,
in the taste of the coffee you're having right now, in the slow steps,
while singing the songs,
while you climb higher,
in the sound of the bells.
Are the bells ringing?