she loved spaces
like fishes hated aquariums
and birds despised cages;
you will see it in her paintings
and writings
and eyes,
because she's always
somewhere else
right now.

but she hated spaces
like the moon loved the sun,
and norths wanting each other,
because she's far too deep
in her own thoughts,
that when she
needed saving,
there was no one;
she drowned.

Stars gather
In a sky nocturnal
Observing the deeds of  
We creatures infernal
Might it be…
We’re the ones on display
For the universe to discuss
Perhaps it is the stars
That are watching us

there are
so many faces
why?
am still lone...

Feeling your
Fleeting interactions
Freeing my
Foot path
From my heart to yours
Feeling your
Fleeing song birds
Fearing myself
Forgetting your words
Fighting my
Forseen
Future for
I have the world pressed to my palms

Let me tell you something about life,
It is too short
Too short to think about yourself as anything less than amazing
Too short to sit back when you get afraid to leap into the unknown
Too short to beat yourself up about mistakes
It is too short
So get out there and live each moment