Picture this.
The edge of a summers day stretched out along the curve of a beach
Sun beaming out like a heartbeat
Steady and warm from its place on the lip of the horizon
I follow that curve until I find you there,
Warm from the sun
.
The crackle of a driftwood bonfire, that surges a million sparkling prayers out into the deepening sky
does not create anywhere near the amount of sparks as we do
When I catch that soft look in your eye

My heart was made for breaking
Like soft warm bread,
One piece for the living and one for the dead
And one for the sun in the sky up above
How many times must I fall in love?
One for the mum who I met in the street
And one for the snake that lies at my feet
One for each morning and one for each night
And the rest for the ones who forgot how to fight

A broken heart is–

a poet's greatest treasure.

If I could give you just one piece of advice,
It would be this —
Don’t fall in love in this lifetime.

In this lifetime, be soft, and be kind.
Don’t be in a rush — go slow, take your time.
Don’t tie yourself down — go explore, and go travel.
Take risks, and be open — let your spirit unravel.

Live loudly, without fear of the unknown,
And wherever you go — make it your home.
Allow yourself to grow, to change, and expand.
Learn everything about everything — learn as much as you can.

If it’s not in your control, let it pass — let it go.
Keep the lessons as reminders, practise how to say “no.”
Be flexible with your time — even more with expectation,
But strong in your belief, and your moral foundation.

Assume people are good — then believe what they show.
Watch for their actions — that’s how you will know.
Be inspired by the world, and all that surrounds.
Seek out the beauty — in imperfection found.

Make mistakes — and make many, as often as you can.
Take the time that you need — to learn from each of them.
Be curious, and courageous — in all that you do.
Listen first, before speaking — when spoken to.

Find solace in solitude — there is strength in being alone.
Know when you can, and can’t, do it on your own.
Try everything at least once — don’t let opportunity go.
Have every experience — only then can you know.

That despite all of this — and when it’s still not enough,
You will find yourself drawn to that feeling of love.

So;
Love with everything you have — be honest, be true,
And when that love turns to pain — love all of that too.

I came into this world like a song—
soft, fleeting, and full of wonder.
And one day, I will leave
just as quietly.
Like the last light before night falls.

Bury my fragments in earth’s quiet hands,
let my ashes ripple through sleeping seas.
Cry, but only like morning dew—
brief, tender, and full of love.

If you must cry,
let your tears be gentle.
Like the rain that falls in spring—
not to grieve,
but to grow.

When you look up at the sky,
and a star seems to shine just for you,
know that it’s me—
loving you from a distance
only souls can reach.

And when the wind brushes your cheek,
or rain kisses your hands,
know that I’ve returned—
Not as sorrow.
But as love.
A promise that never left.

A warm wind touched my face.
I walked out into the open space,
I saw a blurry, fading horizon.
Somewhere, you are,
I am here, after a sleepless night,
Writing another reflection,
Tired like an empty battery.

I do not like the masks that shout.
The fight over who is right.
I do not want an analysis.
I touch the bark of the tree,
I hug the birch with my arms.
I see its white pages,
Written with irregular lines,
Torn, fluttering in the wind,
Which I cannot read.

Her eyes look straight into me,
They understand –
How well they understand me.
The rustle of leaves lessens the tension.
Autumn will come soon,
The summer wind whispers to me:
This country, this language,
These people, these doubts.

This is not blind luck,
This is your blessing,
Purple, rainy months, a fleshy heart,
Falling hair, joy when relief comes,
Crying into a pillow –
So as not to disturb another’s dreaming
About the so-called reality.

Bare feet touch the ground.
I tread carefully on the edge of worlds,
To be both here and there
With my integrity.
I am everything and nothing.
I am gestures, epilepsy,
The belief that I see human thoughts,
Inconsistent with what they say.

Blue, sun, and somewhere you.
How good that you stayed.
When everyone was saying:
She is different,
She talks to ghosts.
You stayed, showing me
Your true face.