The darkness upon your face is beautiful
while the world is vast; winding rivers take over the nightfall,
I think about your face during the night,
when the moon and owls sing; while I am the moon
Mountain peaks are covered with snow; the world turns endlessly
yet I am still a Gemini by birth; my thoughts are forever changing,
A semi-colon representing my thought process,
forever endless and a constant stream,
like rivers at the nightfall, of dissimilar mindsets.

Two strangers sit in the same room
hovering as they speak,
between eye contact with their souls intact
they reach an unimaginable peak,
kissing in a dream of love
they exist in two separate dimensions,
where the same words have been spoken
separately experiencing the same perceived invention.

The realisation
that nobody
but you
is going
to save your life
is as
liberating
as it is
terrifying.

I have a friend,
beautiful and daring,
who is now afraid to love
because of the men
standing in her shadow.
                                         "Maybe I don't know what love really is,"
she said.
                                         "Maybe you loved someone who didn't deserve it.
                                            And that's okay"
I replied.

My mind, Far from
A clear crystal lake
More like
A murky stream
Or muddled drink

Thoughts come,
Rippling away
Or perhaps
They were the pebbles
Causing the wake

The true trouble,
Discernment

When the night comes out
                                 So does the blade and tears.


When the day comes out
             so does the smiles and sweatshirt

                    
                                                    When your home alone
                                                              the thoughts eat you alive


                    & when your home alone to long...


  you feel unsafe... unsafe at your home?



            Home should be safe...



                                                    So when home isn't safe then what is safe?