I know
It was out of my hands
I came here for a reason
It's a part of a plan

But it's a specific longing
For a specific you
So intense and strong that
You must feel it too

It's like
Our roads almost crossed
But I turned back
Moved on, went lost

Its like I know you
Feel your presence
And it's so hard to
Reach acceptance

But I know
Even if we met
I wouldn't recognise you
For i can't see clearly yet

Meeting you was like the calm
before a storm.
Warm, moist air
surrounded my atmosphere
and from that moment thereon,
I had anticipated the arrival
of a raging cyclone -
a whirlwind of breathtaking events
flashed before my eyes
in fast forward.

Knowing you was like the day
slowly fading into dusk.
I have woven myself
both in the soft beaming
light of your soul
and the abyss of your darkness
where I saw the parts you’ve hidden
even from yourself.

Loving you was like the sun
going through a nuclear fusion.
It required the release
of massive amounts of energy
to withstand the rapid surge
of emotions I felt,
but at the same time,
the warmth it produced
has kept me safe and at peace,
until I’ve learned
to embrace life itself.

Losing you was like the eruption
of an underwater volcano.
It was quiet, yet chaotic
and occurred in a depth
isolated from the rest of the world.
But how stunning it is
that after the smoke [pain]
had cleared [gone]
and the magma [wounds]
had cooled [healed],
I witnessed the birth
of a new island [beginning].
And suddenly,
an epiphany occurred to me -

I had become the result of a beautiful disaster.

so afraid of being rejected
you're acting cooler than everyone you see attractive
as if that's going to make someone see
something special they crave for romancing
do you want someone to grovel?
egos give only push
and no pull...
I'm not looking to get high
off of you
get on my level
and get high on your truth
show me what inspires you
and I'll show you, too

I am more than what the world sees,
More than just the sum of my parts,
I am composed of half-hearted dreams,
and built by misfired starts.

I am more than what you might hear,
If you listen close in the hall,
Rumours have teeth and words can bite,
But they dont really matter at all.

I am more than my mistakes,
More than choices I've made in the past,
The clock just threw on running shoes,
And thats why time flies by so fast.

I am more than imperfections,
Im worth more than all my flaws,
You can try and change the way i am,
But i wont put my life on pause.

I am more than a person,
Im someone worth fighting for,
Im everything I want to be,
I couldnt ask for more.

The sigh of the wind
doesn't stop
between the branches of the pine
made wet by the sky
and still the birds sing
because winter is far away
and they know that the sun
will soon come back.
I sit and wait
on the hardened sand
for the scent of the sea
to slowly rise
while around the boats
with the reflections of the light
dance and tell
symphonies of Spring.

She is grass cut fresh on the hill.
She is the chaos that's holding me still.
She is birds in a nest in a tree.
She is the formlessness I cannot see.
She is here.
She is now.
  She is bread in an oven.
She is a river of blood.
She  is the vein in Atlas' forearm.
She   is  juggling chainsaws and daffodils.
She    is the deer in the forest grown from the ashes of the last forest.
She  is everything and nothing and something and some more or less.
She is the Goddess who birthed all your gods.
She is the oldest and oddest of all.
    Sheisheaven,hell,thedeepestwell.
She is answer E) All of the above.
She is fierce, violent, conflagrate love.
She is the hole punch around the binder ring.
She is the throat through which we sing.
She is swimming through my eyes.
She is running through my mind all night.
She is whispering herself in my ear.
She is the ashes, the forest, the deer.
She will repeat it, if you did not hear.
She is She is Again and Again.

She is:

A story.


A good one.

I will read I will read Again and Again.