I have gathered up
all the little bits of me
the sharp edges
and the tiny shards
I have put them in this bag
right next to me
I won’t touch it
if
you don’t touch it
to
two
too.

the most dangerous feeling
is invincibility

If I could send you
two thousand bouquets
or more
I surely would
instead
what I can send
is
one word
Love.

If we are going to write
let’s write clever
otherwise
it’s a useless
endeavour

If i could scream
out loud
like i scream
inside
Maybe some random
passerby
might not dismiss
the noise
as a weird animal
cry

Sometimes I do wonder
Who you are
Where
You are
Imagine if we could just
meet
for a beat
I think our flesh
would refresh
Our
minds
And leave our
many doubts
Behind

Do not whisper
Speak your truth out loud
Do not be silenced
By the crowd

I was always a bit square
Desperately trying to fit into
A very round circle
I am still pushing
Seems like forever
Little square me
pushing
Exhausted
Into this very big
Too round
circle of life.