The scent of snowfall,
Lingers on the winter air.
The Earth awaits Spring.
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Slivers of silver,
Against a velvet canvas.
Celestial beauty.
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The white cloud trembles,
The blue mountain cradles him.
Thus, inter-being.
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A blue horizon,
On a velvety ocean.
Warm transient heat.

That neighbor of yours is a sunflower stealer,
No doubt about it,
And I think they made a grave mistake,
Picking flowers like that,
Because they missed the most beautiful one of them all,
You know,
Because when they picked them, they let you go.

loneliness has defined
this old soul.
Bittersweet melody
has tuned my way of
living.

I don't know how much
my heart could stand
the weight and wait
for that simple moment,
that single spark
to feel alive
and stop breathing
the ashen smog of reality.

your hands
tediously twist
and pull
the rubix cube
not to impress
others
with your
speed of completion
but for your own
satisfaction
it will sit on your side table
for years
the mountain
you will never climb

before
your older brother
gave it to you
he rearranged
the stickers
an impossible puzzle
his prank
forgotten by him
amongst hundreds of others

your arms
scrub painstakingly
to wash away the
dark stain
on your
kitchen floor
which never fails
to catch your gaze

it has become
your routine
to spend an hour
every Sunday
cleaning
the persistent spot

curse it's existence
imagine life
without it
even though
it has become
a safety net for you
the only thing
you can count on
being there for you
when you arrive home

still,
your efforts
never cease

you will never discover
it was a fault
of the painters
a careless flaw
ignored
as they completed
the top coat

it does not matter
how much I try
to heal this
loneliness
or how many
different ways
I try to fill my
emptiness-
it is a bottomless
hole

swallows
everything thrown in
the hunger
is never satisfied
I do not think
it will ever
be full
do not think
I am able to feel whole

but
that doesn't stop me
from trying

Ten steps.
Sitting on the staircase.

The night before/
I wrote something about you.
You.
I mumbled your name with the words, 'I need to let go of you'

Burnt my journals and turn it to ashes.
All the words I offered for you,
Are now invisible in everyone's eyes.

I'm crying myself on the pillow that keeps me accompanied every night and day.

Last night was the last time.
Last night was the night I forgave you.
Last night was the night I Held my heart. It was crumpling like a scratch paper.
Last night was the night I told myself 'heart, stop hurting. Stop waiting. He's not coming back'.

I wished last night/
'Fate. Can you please stay me away from him. Im begging you not to make our eyes meet. Please'

The morning after/
Ten steps.
Sitting on the staircase.

Ten steps.
Me and Him.
So near yet so far

Unknown direction, the stroke of his hair.
Innocent smile.
The forming thin line, his lips.
Looking down.
Yes, he's socially awkward.  

Good morning Fate/
I just want to ask you. What are you trying to say?

Now/
I'm hurting. I'm waiting.  

Fate, Make him look up, make our Eyes meet? Please.