dear lovely stranger,

perceive your life, in its exact and precise moment with all its jagged wounds and bleeding scars and broken smiles and flittering moments of happiness, as you would in the eyes of a stranger you can't seem to forget from all these years ago who only lives as a fading silhouette in your memories.

And I promise, lovely stranger,
that they will see the magic in you that you can't seem to recognize in your own eyes.

i think i like the illusion of you more than you

1 Don't and 1 Do in Life that matter*

Don't*
Don't Ever Say "If I were only . . . "

"Do"
Do Always Say "Since I am . . ."

One who longs too much
        who romanticizes too often
        who dreams impossible dreams*

yet

when faced with reality
retreats to the dark corner

please
please
please

i have one request

don't take him away

i will give you what you need
so
please
don' take him away

we are all laughing to cry
we are all playing to forget

we are all living to die

we are all loving to lose


we are all breathing
to
stop*


but each moment you
laugh, play, live, love, breathe

is

one less moment to cry, forget, die, lose, stop.

poet is only a poet when they can speak words as if they were a depthless well filled with meanings, heartbreaks, hope

singer is only a singer when their voices drip with honey, pain, and soul

dancer is only a dancer when their toe meets their palm and their body paints itself to the song

me; then, what am I?