You may not have all of me,
for all I cannot give.

But you can have the part
of me only you know
was hid.

You reached inside my
darkness and gave me back
my light.

You gave to me so easily
and held me through the
night.

You washed away the
doubts I had with every
gentle kiss.

And brought the kind of
passion I never knew I
missed.

You may not have all of me
for all of me I cannot give.

But you can have the part
of me that no one ever did.                                            Jon York   2019

I relate, Rover.

My battery too, is low.

And it is getting dark

But it will be

Okay

...soon

My bed is the only thing I can trust in this world.

My bed understands me when I can't express myself.

My bed takes care of me when I'm in my hardest times.

My bed tells me to see the world every time and to comeback to dream on it at night.

My bed never hurts me and always tries its best to make me feel comfy and happy.

My bed is perfect for me and never shall I betray it.

My bed, if one day you read these messages, please know that I feel for you of the most sincere, idealistic and deep love possible;

Dear bed, stay with me forever, we complete each other, grow together, overcome our flaws, weaknesses and hardships together, and if the world would come to an end please know that you're the one with who I shall spend my last times with.

Put simply, I love you.

They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love."
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."

If I sketched an angel without wings
would you be able to tell
she’s an angel?
The sky behind her would be pale yellow
The world below, gray
Like the color of the outline of her frame
I’d describe her face as angelic
Which is supposed to give it away
But maybe you’d only say she looks nice