She said, **** looks and money,
You’re like books and sunny days, I’m hooked to you like bees to honey, you’re like a brook that is running straight, to my heart.. you move so stunningly, your elegance left me shook, when you stood just in front of, me.

We all stand on the shoulders of giants, we’re all offspring’s of another, but only those who’s work is seminal should be revered, if your work does not influence or have an affect on another human being for the better, it’s not enough. Each of us are touched in one way or another, through the heart or through the soul, and we’re all tethered together by these invisible threads, this should be called true immortality, your work reverberating, passing through other human beings, as it goes on forever, throughout eternity.

For you my love is a universe,
A sky luminous with stars,
Vast, ageless, and ever expanding,
Every celestial sphere lambent is thought of you, blinking, shimmering in distance,
Some of them are bright and others dim,
But to me they are all equally alluring,
Equally beautiful.

One day this flame will no longer hang on the wick of this candle.. but oh the irony, how we’re burning ourselves out.

I cry when I remember, for what once was a blaze is now but dying embers, the child is no more, the light is dim, my life, it’s as cold as nights in December, the end is nigh, of what I used to be, I am now but a remnant.

This world as you see it just isn’t the same, it is inane, are you in this to enlighten or to entertain, this isn’t sane, I’m in the rain all alone, am i insane, I’m in my lane, but they point fingers and say I’m deranged.

Each person is a module, a separate part of the whole, to see the picture in its completion, each segment like puzzles must converge and form as a complete unit, individuality is a disease.