I feel nothing now
My hands are numb as I write this down
My feet crumble beneath me with knees of no stability
I feel nothing now
I re-read these beautiful poems of the past I wrote just for you
And as I read them
I feel nothing now
I built a tower just for you
And decided to burn it to the ground
The remains of these broken ashes burn with everything I had felt for you
I feel nothing now
I sacrificed my pride and everything else just to put my heart on your table
That table is empty now
With nothing left but blood stained pain written in your name
I feel nothing now

A constant is control
Your every surrounding contains a constant
Constantly ever changing
in what ways are we shaped by our own constant?
Our society?
How does it mold our perception?
it is but a constant
I am who I am
I can only hope that
creativity defines me
As my flaws weave through each definitive line of my life
And My colors define me with each shade of its own
It was once spoken that
“Imagination was greater than knowledge”
Because It is all its own.
Creativity is freedom 🖤

When I met you, everything Started to make sense
And my life Began to come together
You had that ability
That one of a kind ability
to unlock the most beautiful part of myself
So beautiful, I didn’t even recognize her
You held that
You always held that
As I had always held yours

Do you know now?
Do you know that you’re perfect?
Do you know that the beauty I see within you is the magical kind
Do you know now?
Do you know that I am in love you as you are with me?
For it is real this time.
This love we both endlessly thought could never be found
But you had found me
You sought me out with no hesitation
No restriction
That gravity pull you once explained to me that couldn’t be explained
it was This kind of love that created the mountains we seek.
And Even all the colors of the rainbow couldn’t be enough you know
For we are a color all it’s own
Created between us
For These colors,
god gave us
Do you know now?
Can you see now?
These colors of our own serenity ❤️

I know love is real
For I have held hands with the angels
And tasted what is evil
For I have touched the colors of the unseen.
And drowned in the darkest of hours
How beautiful?
This conundrum.
For One can not exist without the other.
Almost like a love between two souls
As one can not exist without the other
How beautifully ironic
This thing they call love

And I sit and wait
Wait for your letter
Of unknown words of love and wisdom
Have you found it yet
What you’ve been searching for?
Have you climbed mountains yet?
Have you ran for miles and miles across the open fields of glorious unanswered questions?
Have you traveled to every star?Have you seen the eyes of every soul? the ones that behold the look of true magic?
Have you found it yet,
Have you found what you’ve been searching for?
Have you found you?

When these buried emotions come to surface, they’re unexplained, unrecognizable. They can sometimes be Overwhelming. So much so that I’ve lost control of them, I don’t know what to do or where to go, or how to direct them. They explode like a million fireworks that fly in all different directions. How beautiful they are yet intriguingly unorthodox.
Each one a different color that represent every part of me and they blend together almost like a picture.
But then the picture fades and that’s when reality is no longer valid, without a picture there can be no reality. Just a blur of lost thoughts with no direction.
My sense of self has yet been lost again, so let me swim in this blur for just a moment without judgement and I promise you that reality will return as it always does.
And in that one moment that comes to pass ever so often, it can be unique, undeniably intriguing, yet hard to understand. It’s okay to let go of reality sometimes, for these brilliant colors can not be suppressed forever, and as time comes to an end, your artwork will be finished and the picture you have unwillingly painted will be clear to see.