how is it
that sometimes I feel
so full of life
that
my body cannot
contain the joy
that is within me
while sometimes I feel
so empty
that
my body aches
for a hope
that is not there

I pour myself out
at your feet
you keep walking

e                       I don't quite know what's worse.                     p

             Being 100%, completely broken
                      i
                                        ­                                               c
Or being 99% completed, and never seeming to find the last...


                                         e

all this time
i blamed myself
for being
purple
when you thought
i should be
red
because it went better
with my eyes

now i am
a shade of
blue -

neither my
original self
nor
what you want

and blue is the color
of depression.

so many humans, so different, but so similar
incomplete
questions, no answers, to few things
pain
fading, always the same, dead

just sitting in my room
with no one around
as if i would care
as if i could escape my doom
don't even have problems
they could get solved...

Everything
                has something
        special to offer
How we receive them
                Makes a big difference

I’ve been writing about you a lot
It comes so easy and I don’t want to stop
For me, it’s a way of keeping you real,
a way of convincing myself
there is something more
It fuels my desire to keep you,
a way of begging the cosmos
to pick up on my words
and turn them into stardust
so they could reach you every night
and when you wake up
you will feel a familiar love
in your heart and maybe know
that it is me thinking of you
from another place,
wishing, willing
that our souls will somehow
become one.