some people are already dead
and don't feel the magic
of moonlight and a car and a 6 pack
music on the radio
and an arm around someone
you think you love
and sometimes when the moon is full
I can hear your footsteps
coming down the back porch steps
of your house
and the memories of you
come running to that moment
when our hearts were young
and if I am attentive
to these echoes from my heart
I can hold you in my arms
for the briefest of moments

I woke up to the fact that I've been compartmentalizing people.

Sectioning off different aspects of their personality and treating them like strangers.

As if they aren't just one and the same.

It's gotten me in trouble to fall in love with
The good you's and developing too much leniency for the bad you's.

Almost ignoring the bad altogether.

But sometimes we have to put it altogether to accurately make an assessment on someone's character and if we really love them,
And even if you really love them,
Is it safe for you to love them?

I can't hide from the whole anymore.

Its gotta be all or nothing.

Irrespective of station, be it doctor or pop star,
A singular destiny awaits, beyond the horizon afar.
The temporal journey's end, it shall conceive,
Leaving behind a mere vestige, in memory we believe.
In the grand tapestry of life, where dreams transpire,
All possessions, we hold, briefly do they aspire,
Transient treasures in our transient chest,
A poignant reminder, life's fleeting bequest

chasing our shadow down city sidewalks

i can't help but wonder if you miss me like i miss you

picking wild daisies, your birth flower, off the side of the road as i place them in my hair the way i tucked it behind your ear

i can't help but wonder if you still think of me too or if i have been forgotten

everywhere i go i look over my shoulder in case you're there

am i the one you look for in a crowded room?

do you wish you could see me too?

everything i do i wish i could be doing with you

do you miss the sound of my voice the way my heart is aching to hear yours again?

do you wish you were standing here next to me like i wish you could be?...

Our most clear and beautiful image
Is situated in our heart and imaginations..
So I say-
Be that, you are in your imaginations
You will be unique

I got a storm of clapping 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

I just only said-
"I never speak for clapping"