"I am back in the house where I grew up in,
but every piece of me is homesick for You."

"If you were a storm, may I be your wind,
so I may be with you wherever you will go.
If you were the moon, may I be your poet,
and I will write about you in all the words
that I know."

“You promised”
is
the most frightening
accusation
anyone might ever
speak of me.

~**D.C.

I know that you
and I are connected,
I can feel it;
the undeniable tug
of my soul
in response
to yours.

"You believed in me so much that I started believing in myself too."

"We could spend so much of our time searching for all the wrong things when all we ever truly want in this life is love, and happiness, and that ineffable feeling that we belong."

“Whenever I tell you about my worries, your words are a constant reassurance. You help me see the distinction between what truly matters and what will only trouble my heart.
Let it be,
you’d say.
Let not these worries keep you from happiness. ”

Some scars appear
as immaculate smiles
painted below weary
eyes that know
nothing but to
quietly turn away.

Some scars,
permeating,
turn
the air
in one's
lungs
to sulfur,
spreading
counterfeit
blood
through
the veins
like an
acrid,
festering
poison.
Some scars,
corroding,
leave a heart
surrounded
in rot,
and
a mind
courting
the
seductive
caress
of
endless
oblivion.

Turn back now,
toward that mirror.
Stay foul, rotten
and helplessly hurting.
Some scars heal
in complete surrender.

And I know
how the past
can be
a difficult thing
to forget.
Bruised knees
and
bleeding elbows
were far easier problems
to fix than matters
of
the heart.

But don’t forget
in each somber
embrace of defeat
is your soul
lying in wait,
resting to rise,
your judgment solely
superior yet finite.
Take it slow.
Pain fades overtime.
Scars simply remind.

........
And I wish you had none of it,
but let the marks on your skin
be a testament to
the wild call of adventure in your heart.
Let the heaviness in your chest
tell you that there have been
instances in your life
where you have chosen to be brave;
that sometimes
—when you let the love in—
the hurt also enters,
completely uninvited,
and sometimes it's
the one that stays.
Sometimes we
take the leap,
and sometimes
we don't walk away
from it unscathed,
but that doesn't mean
you are not all the good
that is found in you
—that doesn't mean
you weren't enough;
You are the sum total
of all the things you love
and care about,
and no amount of hurt will ever take that away from you.


You are a constellation of scars born from mysteries and imperfect Ever Afters,
and one incredibly unforgettable journey.

"She can be stubborn to a fault, ill-tempered, vain, petty, insensitive, and needy, but she can also be gentle, caring, selfless, understanding, patient, and loving. I wish I could say more; to be with her, giving my best to keep her safe whenever she feels the burdens on her two little shoulders -to share the love between us like we used to. But such is life, and sometimes two people love each other then one of them falls out of it while the other has to deal with the pain of staying, and somehow moving on."

"If each of us are tiny dots in the vast expanse of the universe, then perhaps we leave lines wherever we go. And these lines, they intersect with other lines, and that’s how we’re all connected. All of us. Living under the stars,
making our own maps, creating our own trails."

"Make that phone call, go somewhere you've never been before,explore, discover, tell someone you love them, get rejected, learn to love again, or love them regardless, try harder, be the best you can be, eat the food you've been craving for, write that novel-
Embrace.
Your.
Dreams."

Sunlight, little Sunlight,
let your dreams be bright tonight.
Sunlight, charming Sunlight
I'll carry you safely all through the night~

Sunlight, baby Sunlight,
I will protect you as you sleep.
Sunlight, darling Sunlight,
This is a promise I will keep~

She
isn't really
the Sun,
yet she is
what it represents;
life,
hope,
and warmth.

She gives meaning to the words
*Celestial Incarnate.

I find solace in sunlight,
no matter how it is, Sweetie.
Get it? Solace? Sol? Sunlight?
You didn't just find the part of me
that's been lost for so long,
You.
Found.
Me.

When the others stars fell
silent
You burned ever brighter;
the glowing compass
awaiting this
day-dreamer,
night-thinker's
acceptance
of all of that Your Sun could bring.

I love it,
I love You
-there is no past tense to this-  
and You didn't steal
or maim, or desecrate
this Moon,
for whatever it gave,
it gave willingly.

Where are you though,
Dear Missing Sun
May I take you home?

are often unsteady;
you could see it when
I write,
as the words
form on formerly
blank
sheets in a jumbled mess
though not devoid of
meaning
as I found it
with my hand
kept safely in yours.

~*A six word story

"I actually only have a short list of things that I want to say to you. Among them, is that I love you. And as I my vision spins and the cigarette smoke becomes the air that I breathe I add another one; why did you leave?"

"Sooner or later you'll have to face the monsters on your own,
she said.
But never for one second doubt that I will be here for you."

"I am a fool for neglecting the things in life that matter most, but you- you can still protect what’s important to you, to embrace them softly, while letting them know that you will never let them go."

"There are some things you just can’t fix. You wish you could, but you can’t. Here I was, hoping against hope that I will never see you again, that I’d be okay without you. And yet here you are, back in my life again, and I’ve realized that I am either with you or without you,
and without you I was never the same."

If only I was not gravely mistaken
about all the things that matter most to me.

~*D.C.

"This story is about you, and in a way it’s also about me.
This story is about you, and what you mean to me."

"Our time together was fleeting,
but I am forever changed."

I hand you my past
and you give me tomorrow.
We’ll repaint the grey,
do away with the sorrow,

With every ounce of our afterglow.

~

Meet me at the train station.
Meet me by the sea.
Hold my hand.
Come away with me.

Let’s get lost.
Let’s be together.
Let’s be lost in each other forever.

Watch some movies.
No more pretending.
I’ll be yours even after the ending.

Hug me tightly.
I won’t let you go.
We will love.
We will love.

I know, I know~

We are not books,
but rather,
we are authors;
we hold sway
over our stories,
not the other way around.

"We were worse
than abandoned homes
or broken toys.
Even ruins had more love than us."

I used to define myself by how successful I was,
whether it was through stacking accolades,
the praise I receive from others,
or just plain getting what I want.
I don't want to be that kind of person anymore.
Let what I love define me.

"Your love isn't an apology.
And neither are you."