it's been three hours since
i even thought about trying to find sleep
in this muggy room that swirls with my own hatred
and the wind is still tapping
its gentle fingers against my window
and it's dark outside but
at this point I think I've accepted
the fact that sleep will not
be visiting me tonight.
so
here I lie exhausted and uncomfortable
hoping that if I wish hard enough
maybe my dreams won't be
so afraid of me
*anymore

Beauty exists even where Humans do not venture
and beauty does not need the recognition of anyone to exist
beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder, and ugly exists only in words and actions of Humans.

Unstack your load onto me
as my fountain rusts out, and I will
throw my love on your frozen ground
to thaw, unlock and lift it all away.

I will twist the sun and the moon
to change the weather and seasons for you.
This is pouring rain,
yet this is paradise.

~    
        All the poems I write
     are just the beginning
                              and end
               of every thought
   I've ever had about you.