in order for a fire or a flame
to occur or grow
they are in need of oxygen
and then, and only then
will the fire "live"

I'm the fire, you're my oxygen
so I guess i'm stuck in a black hole
where oxygen remains no more
and nor will I.
*c.r

one day you will snuggle
up with her and you will
comfort her in a thunderstorm
she will look into your eyes
she will kiss your tender mild lips
you will look at the stars together
and one day witness a falling star

that falling star could be me
falling for you,
being detached
from the sky and accepting the
fact to take a free fall into reality
*c.r

once,
you were smiling
your eyes reflecting
not only sunlight
but happiness

now,
you're smiling
your droopy eyes reflecting
not only tiredness
but emotionless

then,
you're smiling
your closed eyes reflecting
not only stillness
but death and peacefulness
*c.r

thoughts of non-existing
anymore doesn't terrify me

it's the fact that I
never really existed to
you in the first place
*c.r

"do you remember a few years go
when there was a dead scorpion
and your sister said, "poor scorpion"
well, I thought that was so genuine
of her to say so as, us humans,
expect these nasty creatures to be
dead"
                         "as it is true, we do expect them not
                          to be wondering around pestering
                          others and scaring them
                          but how would you feel if
                          you were expected by people to be
                          dead?"

I sat there and nodded
agreeing to whatever he is saying.