With no advanced ticket,
  I pay as I go

My boarding left open
  still more things to know

The day train a local
  expresses by night

My spirit rolls inward
—next station in sight

(Highpoint North Carolina: April, 2017)

I fall in love with everyone I know,
Head over heels by the second hello.
Because, when you like someone, there are two first impressions:
Hello, nice to meet you,
Get to know you,
Come to love you.
And hello, wow I like you.

It’s all in the hello.
Like,
Hello, I am broken.
I introduce my scars like I introduce myself.
Because you should know what you’re getting into,
Before you commit to hello.

And hello is a trap,
Because for me, my handicap,
Is the limitless love I have for everyone but myself.
It doesn’t take very long,
Once you let me in,
For me to find a way to love you.
For your flaws,
For your secrets,
For all the reasons you hate yourself.
Because I see the beauty in it,
And I see beauty in you.

I’ll give it away,
My love to you.
You can have it,
And me,
Every piece.
Because I don’t want any of it,
But I want it to do good.
So if I can give you even one shred of light,
It will be worth all my darkness.
For I feel everything,
And I fall in love with everyone I know,
Head over heels by the second hello.

It hits us when we are most unprepared,
No matter how good we handle a friend in need,
Or how much we stay close and care

I guess we don't anticipate it happen
Or may be we do but we are blinded
Blinded by the off chance and rare cases
Blinded by our inability to see the trend of thoughts and emotions
The unforgiving chain of reactions
That drives the mind into depression,
It ain't simply just about acceptance,
About bonding, love and affection,
It goes deeper than our daily interactions,

Worst of all is that, it hits in a personal level,
Head first with sharp edged bavel,
Most of us would just pitch in the positive notes, no?
Yeah, but that doesn't overcome the emptiness that's been there for years now,

We all take our safer approach on our life pages,
Trying to quickly out out a fire that's been burning for ages,
Because we want to get rid of a problem,
A problem that is now a part of this person,
Drastically cutting off what we deem unpleasant,
All those addictions and everything heathen,
And so, what then?

Oh little bird with such sweet sound,
Why do you sit upon the ground,
When you could soar and flit and flutter,
And get away from all the clutter,
Which threatens peace and clouds the mind,
And deafens ears and makes eyes blind?

I hear you singing from your tree.
Your music seems to beckon me.
To fly would be a lovely thing,
To soar above on feathered wings,
To escape from that which plagues me so,
And chuckle at the ground below.

Alas, dear bird, it cannot be,
For I am bound by Gravity.