I can see the door.
Everything I’ve ever wished for lies behind it.
But it wants to escape the room –
it doesn’t want to be locked.

Should I peek from a distance,
through the keyhole –
admire it without ever truly having it,
and preserve it as the perfect image?

Or should I open the door,
and try to grasp it
before it slips past me
and runs away forever?

Space is something between us,
that comes into being
when closeness
is replaced by distance.

The need for space is inverse
to the need for love.
It rises and falls
in its reversals.

And space is born even there,
where an outstretched hand
ripples the water’s surface
until the life ring drifts away.

I watch the train depart.
Oh, poor mind of mine,
that cannot yet fathom
the full extent of pain.

There was a clear sky
but then you arrived
a thunderstorm
that rained over me.

I'm all soaked
it's like a summer rain
that you can't help
but fall with.

I love the very bottom of our playlist –
the place where new songs are added.
What is a song, if not a link between people?
And so I'm there, linking them all to us.

It’s funny.

You can share everything with someone,
and it won’t feel like much.
But even the smallest thing with someone special
can mean the world.

Ember in the breeze –
waking and longing.
Candle in the draft –
hoping and fighting.

Flame in the wind –
thriving and dancing.
Hellfire in the storm –
claiming and merging.

I sit in the shallows,
knee-deep in water.
The sea is calm
and I am restless —
a heart in the surf.

An unexpected wave
rolls over me,
undermines the sand.
For a moment I lose my breath,
for a moment I’m not sure
I can withstand it.

Then I feel the sun again.
Only salt and sand
remain on my skin.
I have you everywhere,
and I wait for the next wave.