If you are in a hurry,
go ahead and don't
bother to wait for me.
My life still needs me.

Some untold stories,
an unsung song,
an incomplete conversation,
an unread book.
Some bridges to build
some to burn,
wounds to heal
fences to mend
relations to tend...

In my hurry
to catch up with you,
I breathlessly ran and
I left behind
so many moments,
breathtaking moments.
Let me catch up  
with them now,

I'll catch up
wtth you later...

why must everyone tell each other what to do all the time
can we not coexist in love and peace
like we were meant to? can we not simply
work toward a goal, without mindless power play
or unnecessary roughness? we are human,
we are human, we are human, is all I hear, reasons
and excuses given for our misbehavior, our lies and harms;
it's only human nature! they cry as they steal and cheat
it must be human nature, says the violent criminal,
sadly, it is human nature, sighs the priest:
these are not good enough- this cannot be good enough
for if your heart calls you to love and you feel it then why haven't you?
every human's heart is made for and of
love, community, friendship, socialization-
that is what we are and that is what we need
we are clearly striving for good, we are clearly beautiful,
we are clearly searching for the truth
human nature cannot be evil if its most earnest desire is good.
yes, we are human- but we were made for better things.

i want to know what you know
we've known each other for years
but have we known each other

i know you
i know what you have gone through
what your likes and dislikes are

but do you know me
or am i a collection of memories
faint whispers slipping through your mind

so i wonder
when i think about you
are you ever thinking of me too

Hands are amazing
Hands express feelings, speak their own language
Hands have their own identities.
Hands also hold.
They hold yourself when you collapse
They hold other people to keep them close
Or to keep them from falling apart
They intertwine. Link. Caress. Touch. Grip.
They can be loose or tight
They can mean the world or nothing at all
But hands also disappear
Hands can be missed more than a person
Because hands are the reflection of our soul
And when a soul touches another soul
Sparks explode
And when two hands hold each other
Nothing can be more perfect
But perfection never lasts long
Perfection is a fleeting moment
An instant of pure happiness.
The emptiness that follows
Knows no bound
But no matter how long I must wait
I live for those moments