I am not the night nor the stars,
But the dream experienced.

I am not the touch or the hand,
But the soft kiss of the lips.

I am not the life or the death,
But the spirit of us.

You are not the sun or the moon,
But the light of my eyes.

You are not the rose or its thorns,
But its red like life blood.

You are not the door or the room,
You are home.

I am no one without you,
I dont know what else to write,
Only that where you go I will follow.

what's wrong with you ?
they ask me all  the time.
i'm wrong  with me ,
i'm too much to live with .

sometimes when you meet someone
the heart beats faster
there's nothing better
I can't wait to see you again

feeling more alive these days
awake in this outer space
seeing double vision
a bird you can't touch

close my eyes and feel the sun
i feel it's only just begun
feels like summer in my heart
with trees taller than earth

that genuine smile gives me chills
I want unlimited refills
there's nothing I wouldn't give
to hold you close again.

because when she was young,

people would ask her

"what superpower,

do you wish for?"

so without any hesitation

she replied "invisibility."

and then,

and then she grew up realising

it came true.

Where I belong, or destined to be
Is not exactly clear like
Crystalline doubt with fear in tow.
No,
Not on the ridge where I stand partly
In sky atop a roof not there
In its geometrical theory.
With the straight line
Like hammer to wood
Curved yet target laid,
Walking sticks on top of sticks
I nail my presence to homes
Yet homely to be made.
Not on the porch where lemonaid
Will be poured and yet to be's
Will extend on in time as an
Echo lingers of what no one sees.

I build a home
And leave a peice of me unknown.