A word...
We ask ourselves...
So many times...
There are so many what if’s...
That we would like change...
What if we said “No”
What if  we said “Yes”
But alas we are supposed to walk through all these what if’s...
Some became our regrets...
Some become our happiness...
May it’s our fate...
May be destiny...
May be that’s what made what we are...

—Joanna Adam

My friend
From long ago
Told me
The path to success is
To build blocks
Each day I add to the barrier
And soon find out
There were complications
To this advice.

What would happen if the moon leaked?
Would there be a luminous canal
that flowed with moon milk?
Would we be able to bathe in
a shimmering pool of silver?

Unseen teardrops fall like rain in the dark, then fall through the cracks of a broken heart.