I carry a foldable chair wherever I go...
I found everything around me inspires poetry...
And the chair is not because I get tired...
No, it is just that I love life...
And everything around me...
And I lose my breath just by admiring my surroundings...
So if you see someone in a park...
With a pencil in hand...
A piece of paper...
Seated on a foldable chair...
And looking at the world as if it was the first time he is seeing it...
That is me...
Trying to describe the world through verses and sonnets...

Above all, 
God is an artist,
and His greatest
creation is us.
We are made in
His image, and so
we create.
Our creations pale
in comparison to
the sunset, the mountains,
and the oceans;
but we try.
And sometimes, we succeed.
And it is good,
and He is well pleased.

What I've just deleted from my memory is your most eloquent memory.

I won't cry when you leave because I'm too worried about my loneliness.

A lot can be
accomplished
when you pull 
the covers over your
head, and just listen.
Tune out all the
distractions and *******.
Let the silence guide you.

Do you see all the
colors whirling around in
your mind?
The greens and the reds?
The indigo and violet?
They are thoughts forming.
Grand, artistic, unbridled thoughts.

People will desperately
try to distract you, and keep
you from this place.
They are a stranger to it.
Phones will go off.
The crowd will knock
at the door,
don't answer, they will
always be there.

Your job is to create in
your beautiful, dark womb.
There is a spark,
electric alchemy going on.
Don't question it.
You are an artist,
and you are giving birth

I'm falling in love
with your smile,
your lovely eyes,
your hugs.

I'm falling in love
with your touch,
your inner child,
your kindness.

I'm falling in love
with you and
every detail of you.