Life is a fall on the edge of the precipice
Where you either open up or crash
Death is a portrait walled in a mansion
Where aging comes without maturity

A place of acceptance without judgement
A warm embrace in the midst of a storm
A stranger's radiant smile with wet eyes
A touch of skin by the frail and old
A place beyond life and death
A place of stillness and nothing
Like the ocean
Like the night sky
A dark room in the middle of the night

All is more complementary than competitive.
In the beginning, at the end
Finite pain, eternal pleasure
Finite pleasure, eternal pain
Everything works out in the end, even badly.

Emotions are versatile and volatile,
and love is not an exception;
so I won't promise forever.

Beauty that whispers to souls,
and matures like wine;
works like venom on the heart.
Conquering willing victims.

Do flow with the current, never looking back to the past.
If you do, only be it to face your fears.
Always look forward to the future and beyond,
for surely familiarity will soothe your fears.

Color blossoms from sharp prickles
Where isolation was all the solace

Waiting for good things to happen to me
You took my attention without my consent
And now I see you everywhere

Taught to be perfect, I hide myself.
Imperfections, the gifts of improvement
Improvement, a struggle to perfection
A journey beyond time,
A path deemed for the Gods.
Where acceptance is the key,
to stand among the Gods.
Even if its only for a while.

I care too much about what you think of me,
yet you are a mess yourself.
Now tell me who is going to save who.

The opposite of love is indifference,
and anything in between is love.
Remembering you screaming and crying;
over something I had and hadn't done.
Had me realize how much you loved me

The silver rays penetrate the shadows of the night,
As I stare mindlessly into the far distance.
Not knowing what tomorrow brings to light.
The wind whistles as it passes by.
The trees dance to the rhythm.
Lips pressed against the cold window,
As I busk under the faceless moon.

The man worries about his dwindling savings.
Girls clamber at the end of their shelf-lives.
The big round moon sits gracefully on its thrown,
Observing its peaceful subjects.
Shimmer and slumber through the night.

All you asked of me,
was to be taken somewhere, anywhere;
and all you did was worry about getting there.
Sadly we never got there,
and all I ever wanted,
was pleasure that comes with the pursuit;
not the destination.
Like two strangers on the road to nowhere.

Pain is everywhere.
Like the air we breath,
it escorts us all to the great beyond.
Sometimes it is frank and suffocating;
and mostly it is the truth.

I was once in love with you
When I used to own a heart
And now I am a selfish heartless stone
The thought of you still lingers around
And I smile to it when no one is around
Knowing I have never been so crazy in love

Error and terror;
Every now and then.
The final chapter,
Is happy ever after.