They crashed and collided
Like the stars of a universe
Destructive, yet beautiful.

Beyond the passion of colour
the wind is crawling over trees
clawing at loose clothing
and things
not tethered or secure.
Beyond empathic words uttered
it sings hollow
and then a full
roar
settling its breath
to a sigh as it dies
beyond the texture it brings.
With nothing to mark
its existance except thee.

I struggle to get myself to do something,
that’s going to make me struggle more.
I know I can’t do it.
I don’t even want to bother anymore.
I keep fighting,
only to keep the fight alive another day, goes by.
I look at the sky and think why?
Is this even going to change?
The answer: it doesn’t matter, if you don’t have faith.

Fall in love??????
Everything that falls eventually breaks

Rise in love????????
Everything that rises eventually falls due to gravity
  
So whats the pount of being in love whe someday it will all be just broken pieces