there is a sense of hope
i can feel it truly
don’t know where it comes from
hold on, it’s holy

nothing compares
to the lightness of being
just one little firefly
is enough for
escapes to be seen

i need to preserve it
so precious and perfect
protect it from ember
and scream: i deserve this!

what i’m longing for
is the opposite
of what i have now
a bustling house
with life, smiles & frowns
cats lurking in corners
and soups on the stove
warmth in the air
and hearts full of hope

we walked to the market
and debated tomatoes
had time on our hands
met grandmas like angels

shared a slice of margarita
on the bench back to the site
can’t find the right words now
but girl that felt right

maybe this trip
mile after mile
will stand as the last
one of our highs

there is a cupboard in your mothers house
filled with the softest towels one could imagine.
you always said: just pick one!
then i would stand for a little while in front of it
trying to figure out which one would make me feel like home the most.
i loved that.
i'll miss that.

i fell in love
with the thought of yo
stopped fighting for my girl
cause i thought of yo
i guess i was crazy
for doing so
prove me wrong please

thought this was everything
turns out i wasted much time
been stuck in a rut for a while now
wondering if i’ll ever get back & be fine

longing for clarity when all there is haze
like a blind man turning corners in his mind of a maze

there will be tears there have been plenty
yet the pool of darkness is nowhere near empty

spending time already past is gonna add up quickly
sending thoughts to the future like: who will then miss me?

the weight of the world will it ever be lifted
will i be gifted with a shifted mind again?
climb again?
throw rocks into the ocean tide to my pain?

I’ll have to find out.

a list of things
i need to do:
kiss myself
and find the truth.