I know they look like sunrises and sunsets, but I was painting you.
When I painted all the rivers that lead to the oceans, and the glorious starry nights, and the flowers; the sublime orchids and the tender roses.
In the end
and from the beginning,
I was painting you.

Not everything needs a poem
Sometimes
it’s already

good enough.

There is no better teacher than pain.
No better coach than sorrow.
As long as you make it through
'til tomorrow.