Sometimes looking in the mirror scares me,
I don't recognise who that is,
He looks like me,
Sounds like me,
But somewhat unfamiliar.

"Who are you?" is the question I ask.






"I don't know"

Words yet to be spoken
Poetry yet to be written
Ideas yet to be conceived
Songs yet to be sung

Don’t stop

Speak a little prouder
Write a little longer
Dream a little wilder
Sing a little happier

The hardest goodbye are the ones,
you never got to say
Bye.

The fractured reality is that,
we live in a world that finds happiness from broken things,
hoping to make us whole.

IF your life was an empty canvas how would you paint it?

A life brimming with excitement
or
A life inundated with melancholy

The reality is that life is mixed with excitement and melancholy, you can never have just one over the other.