There are things we run from
Nightmares
Danger and death

Things we run to,
People
Dreams and ambition

We’ll get tired along the way,
stop for a minute,
enjoy the view.

We all run for different reasons,
At different speeds.
We make the best of what we have
The best of our abilities

We keep running,
Because we look forward to something
No matter how tiring it gets
We’ll keep running
towards the finish line

You can know a lot about how a person is living
or has lived by observing their body

It’s not as crazy as you may think,
It shows, if it is well fed or not
If it holds disease
Any signs from smell to a million other things

You can tell a lot about a body,
just by looking at it
Skin problems,
Bone or muscle problems,

You can tell,
if they carry skin problems
bones or muscle

You can tell,
crimes of passion,
from other crimes.

You can tell age,
You can tell how tired they are
if they are
You can tell what they’re feeling
if they’re nervous or happy

You can tell,
if they’re been loved and cherished
and if they have have been
abused and betrayed

I blurt out something about God,
Maybe believing maybe not
And something about my obsessiveness
how compuslive I can get
and something about passion or lack of

He glances at me and says
You’re a very bad liar aren’t you?

Bathroom floors are not only for movie scenes
They’re not only for holding your best friend’s hair while trying not to puke over her

Sad echoing phone calls
Stories to laugh about

Hiding from other people with the shower on

Somehow,
We’ll always remember
on those bathroom floors
the tears we shed
and everything that brought us closer

i’d bend over backwards for you
still
after all this time
you may ask me why
and i have no answer for that
absolutely none

i’ll try to explain it to you the best way i can
maybe it’s because everything you made me feel
was not replicated in any way

maybe it’s because every time i think of your smile my brain stops working for a while and my heart acts up

maybe it’s all the affection that i never felt worthy of that you graced me with

maybe, for the first time in my life i felt secure in your arms
you had me
i had you

i thought it would be forever
turns out
forever was only forever on my side
forever faded for you and there’s no blame thrown at you in any way
because people have every right to leave
change
and feel their feelings change
but mine haven’t
and i hope they do
i look at you with fondness and the greatest affection
but i hope it turns into moving on, trying to find love again
any way i can

and then,
there was missing you
between the drunken times
and the fake smiles
i found myself thinking
of the way way you used to hold my hand
the way you used to hold me
the way you enjoyed being around my friends
sometimes, on nights like these
i miss the way things were
on nights like these
reality hits
hard
and the weight of the world falls on my shoulders
it’s a good reminder to be around people you love
people you care about
some people you cherish
some people who feel the same about you

To understand something you must go back to its origin.

The root of the tree, not the branches who’ve grown and dispersed.

To find something you’ve lost, trace back your steps.

Repeat them again in your head.

To live in wiser manner, remember the mistakes you’ve made

Because those who do not learn history are doomed to repeat it.

To know where cancer came from
Look up that family tree

Because everything has a grandparent
And a great grandparent

And it’s beautiful to look at what’s past and gone
History and yesterdays
The wrinkles on a skin so old,
That tell so much stories of things we know
Things we do
and thing’s we’ll leave behind

My biggest fear,
Is not growing old,
Not looking old

Time would have carved my skin
With reminders of its passing
Reminders of the mistakes I’ve made
The falls I’ve recovered from

My biggest fear is forgetting
(Alongside death)
My biggest fear is not recognizing
The faces that made my days beautiful
The faces that made my life a little harder

My biggest fear is not recognizing any achievements or failures

I keep journals,
Struggles and great loves
I’ll make sure I’d remember it all
Or at least try

Coffee keeps you awake
on your feet
It keeps me on my toes
Wide eyed and tired

I become cranky,
It makes my heart race
I don’t like the rush

It makes feel weak
lacking in control

I like to be in control
To have my thoughts together

I like to be calmer
I already have a tornado brewing in me

It’s not just your story,
It’s also every story around you,
love stories or breakups
friendships and heartaches
Adventures and late night phone calls
You could write about anything.
Not your feelings but maybe
Your best friend’s

But we choose writer’s block
Because in our mind,
The idea sounded much better
than the way it looks on paper

And we could write for days,
pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages...
and it would feel like the words are insignificant,
like we worked so hard
to say nothing at all,

But the story is there,
Maybe it needs a twist,
A little color,
A coffee break,
A night out on the town.

Maybe it needs a good night of sleep
Maybe it’s about time to stop stressing
Maybe it needs to be written,
left behind,
Maybe it needs to be forgotten about,
Found,
Out of the blue
To be reread, refined,
rethought with a new perspective


We never run out of ideas,
We just question our ability
To make somebody feel something.

there’s no age for heartbreak,
for the feeling that you won’t feel
the feeling you won’t feel the way you felt when you felt what your felt

And by that I mean that feeling is love

There is no age to feel love
Something I’ve felt
Something I’m feeling

For a while I felt numb to the core
Food didn’t taste the same
but that love
this love,
gave me life back
It reminded my heart to beat
loud
very loud
almost out of my chest
it reminded me of the most beautiful sound
the one
of the person you love
saying
i love you

the ones i love most, scattered around the world.
London, Paris, Dubai, Montreal etc.

the ones left here go through waves of anger and sadness.
their loved ones are scattered around the world.
and they’re looking to join them.

and everybody asks me when my turn is coming, assuming that i’m joking when i say i’m not leaving.

but there’s a simple answer,
i love it here.
it’s my home.
i can’t be think of myself being anywhere else in the world right now.