When I was little,
I wanted to hold the clouds,
to feel them,
to touch the unreachable.

I asked my father if I could,
and he told me,
They were water vapor,
I would never be able to hold them.

But i still reached for the sky,
hoping that he was wrong,
I hoped that maybe someday,
I would rest my head in the clouds.

I'm fine,
It's ok,
But I can see your eyes are full of pain.

The outer silence is broken
By the inner discussion of my
Thoughts and pictures
From the past, present and future.

It´s always we say
That we have lack
Of Time
But Time never has
Lack of anything
It flows in a continuous line
Not even knowing
That somebody
Will say to others
I do not have time
You can not acquire Time
As Time acquires us.

I followed your path
Through the winter wind
I stepped so bravely
Even if anymore I could not find.
I searched for the hint,
I waited in the blizzard storm,
I just begged you to inform,
That maybe it was not as I thought.
Now those days I spend sitting
On the windowsill and follow
The only shadow outside
Which is the Shadow of You.

The reflection of the soul
Is seen within the silver glass
In your eyes where the treasure is hold.

No, I don't love her in the conventional sense.

I love her as an artist.

I love her with the profound human greatness of hope and all the beautiful qualities of humanity I find redeemed within the motions of her lips when she sings. I love her by the ocean, by city streets, drunk under stars, with no context. Just as every place is contaminated with memory, every place is filled with possibilities of her presence. I love her with the experience of an old soul and with the passion of youth. There is no reason behind it, yet it is full of purpose. I love her mouth, not because I want to kiss it, but because it is a mouth that embodies all the things that speak violently. She is a piece of the universe with irrevocable flaws that I came to understand and unspeakable beauty that I came to admire. I love her in my sketch book, I love the flicker of emotion in eyes, I love her on painted window panes and in the darkness of night.

I love her for the sake of loving her. I don't love with expectation of my affection to be returned. And from the realization of loving her, I have come to this conclusion;

I love her purely, unconditionally, and truthfully.

Ignore the hurt.
Ignore the pain.
Ignore the pictures.
Throw them away.

Ignore the emptiness you feel.
Just tell yourself, "it isn't real."
Maybe if you just ignore
your shattered heart upon the floor
then maybe you can just pretend
that you never lost a friend.