She looked back upon her life,
  Through the hollow case of a silver bullet,  
Fired through a room that never grew.

If she’d followed her heart,
Would the violence of her pistol calmly smoke?
Or is it eternally cocked back,
    Forever ready to fire.

She spoke loudly of her mountains peak,
   Yet failed to admire it’s view,
      its paths surely made her bleed,  
   But did its landslides build her a shelter for hope ? **

She told me I was heartless
    Maybe she was right..

As I never had the heart to tell her
       That maybe
             She just never reached  it ❤️

She loved me so much,
I was spoon fed love,
With lips sewn shut.

Her words spun silk,
through a rusted cage of hanging hearts.

I saw her in the final scene of a movie I’d always been meaning to watch.

So I begged for her.
She came-
Holding planets and stars-
And in the blackness of our eclipse,
she then begged me to leave **

The lens through which you see the world is yours alone,
no one else sees exactly what you see,
Or how you see it,
Your universe is yours -no one else’s.

Be as beautiful as you like,
but don’t always expect the world to return the favour **

How do we grow in the fires,
Burnt by an infinite flame,
Should I write my name in the ash…
As for now,
the past is the present,
Has the beginning become an eternity?

Yet as we grow,
and the roots creep deeper,
Will our orchard sway to these chants of affirmation,
glow in its broken mosaic,
Will our chants be heard,
Even at all..

Maybe when the first fruits fall..
They’ll Kiss the dew drenched grass quietly in the morning mist,
Maybe then our pain will catch a glimmer,
A fragrance,
A taste,
No more hunger for thunder,
No more names written in ash **

Fatherless child,
Childless heart,
Childish mind,
Hopeless start,
Love is sore,
A Frightened chance,
Children at war,
Where hearts should dance **

I’m dying to live,
But how?
I don’t even know what life is!
My idea of it made me worthless.

Thinking is a sandstorm!
Devouring all meaning.
Yet Sometimes,
In a brief moment,
I think
that I’m happy,
But
Happiness,
is a feeling,
not
a thought.

So I ask myself,
Do I really want to live?

If so,
then first
Maybe
I should find the courage,
    to let myself die **