words, fragments,
pieces spilled with ink and paper and thoughts and all that we make.
tinny, echoing,
long forgotten in the din of chatter and love and all that we crave.

the secrets
of the universe are not ours to keep.
they come, fleeting, they stay for a moment.

They leave.

The machines
of the universe are ours to use.
we write, we sing, we listen, we cry, we laugh, we

we
in the pages of this manuscript
in the notes of this melody
we are forever.

time
for a tale
as old as time,
they say

a tale
of love
and time
and life
and dark
and all that
falls
within.

set a date
to validate

me

no one
tells me

you have
talent

you deserve
love

you are
valid

i am.
proud of you.

so please
set a date
to validate