You left today.
Just took off,
Gone to find yourself in new ways,
To explore the world.
And I am so proud of you for doing this.
So proud that you are willing
And ready
To be so brave
And adventurous.
I am so happy that you are happy,
Doing this thing that you so badly
Want to do.
I am jealous, even,
Of your ambition and your confidence.
Of how you feel so comfortable leaving
Everything
And everyone
Behind.
I know you, though.
And I know you'll be fine.
And I know you'll have fun.
And I know this is so important for you,
Such an awesome experience.
But I miss you.
And I guess that's the bottom line,
Isn't it?

I almost choked
as the words forced their way up my throat.
They danced on my tongue, taunting the abyss,
and crashed into my teeth
before finally shattering the cold silence.
"*******."

It is a known fact that:
Humans are born with two fears,
The fear of falling
And the fear of loud noises.

The fear of falling in love
And the fear of saying "I love you"

It's been 11 for hours and my pen hasn't said a word
I should start keeping a tab on how often I've been assured
That the world is thoughtful and cares about what I've endured
But if life was worth living the poets would all sound absurd

sometimes you get caught up

you swear you'll be the one that doesn't
                                           but you still do
                    and you don't even realize it
working at your dreams
so hard they're not dreams anymore
they become just what you made them to be
work

and you're trying
                  so hard
                 to reach
      that happiness
which you know is waiting just around the next bend
that you forget about the joys
of the here
and now

the days run together
you plow your own path through the wilderness
not seeing the buds
                                   of possibilities crushed
                                                         ­                   and brushed aside
                                                           ­                 as
                                                                ­    you  
                                                   continue
                                             on
                                   your
                         way
then-

one day you're back on the main path
and you see a familiar sign
pointing
          the
          way
          home
soon you arrive
stepping inside the doors
of a place to which you swore
you'd never return

and you find yourself sinking
into the most comfortable seat
like its been yours every day
the path-weary traveler falls away
and its you
bare
and plain as the day

because right in front of your eyes
you see what it's all about
work forgotten
duties aside
your dream in its truest form
and it seems
                       almost funny
because it's so
           obvious
          limitless
                  real

now-

you can turn around
and                    jump
right   back   into   it
but what was once a blind struggle
is now a level-headed
r  e  a  l  i  z  a  t  i  o  n
dreams are
                   real

i can do this.

Here I stand.
My mortal soul naked and imperfect
My weathered hand stained with the guilt of a human life.
I have nothing.
Nothing to my name but the worth of my words.

I offer you not the stars or the moon.
Not a passion that incurs fame,
Not stability, nor safety.

I offer you the colour and whirlwind of my soul.
In all its grotesque beauty,
In all its untamed rhythm.

Here I stand.
A vulnerable creature
A plagued creature.
I have nothing.
Nothing but the warmth of my soul.