I'm 25--
there's something so high fashion
about being a recluse

no?

the Moon a ship-
gently rides the sea

on the horizon dreams form
allotted their time

black is the colour
as the door opens

a distant star fire
defies the sky.

It's been a while, hasn't it?

I sometimes wonder
If you remember me at all,
Beneath your stressful days
And endless nights.

Do you remember me?

I have hidden here,
Waiting
Just for you.

Because I am you.

You are not the girl I used to know,
Not the one you used to be.
But that's okay,
I have changed too.

Have we both grown by leaps and bounds?

I wish you all the best,
But please
I beg of you.

Do not forsake me.

Being in love with life,
with love.
Love for living things.
Nature, music,
You,
who I haven’t met yet.
Like
a melody I haven’t heard yet.
Warming my heart already,
making me happy.
Just waiting to be born.

And there I was, in a colorful world.
Listening to the song of
nature.
Watching all kinds of animals and all kinds of people together in harmony.
Wondering where all the water was.
Then I recognized you.
You are my mother, my brother
my sister
You are me and I love you
Human being.



Shell ✨🐚

Sometimes I see your ghost
as I round each bend
As each state becomes worse
than the first that I was in

I don't know where you go
I'm not allowed to ask
So I go to the dark corners of my mind
The same place that you were last
A place that you once ran from
Is where you're running to
as I fill in the time
like a martinet
always waiting for you

her face looked at me
from all sides and corners
of the writing paper
gentle as a ghost's reminder
I heard a subtle whisper say
There are no more
beautiful and clever things

And like the night
when the sky fades
I am ripped into my own desolation
and stirred into the agony
And as i see your face in everything
It's the most beautiful and clever thing

some want recognition at any price
foregoing the boon of constantly
being ignored.