I love you,
I do not know how,
or even when,
or why.

But I love you,
even if it may hurt me,
I still do.

It may hurt you,
but I do not know how to stop,
but neither can I see you in pain.

My love has taken me afar,
I no longer know where I am,
for I am lost and not a beacon in sight.

Within the centre of your being
May you find peace
Every act of unconditional love
Echoes in eternity
Spread your wings and dance
Dreams into reality
If your situation  won't change
Then change yourself
The optimist is often as wrong
As the pessimist
But he is far far happier
Choose happiness

Thoughts that are loud and make everything seems like a fraud shouldnt be called thoughts at all. Disguised as an angel just to manipulate our minds but they are the true devils that left us blind. Questions used as a form of distraction, revolving around our minds and we wonder why we can't find the right answers. It's all in your head, they say. Stop overthinking, it doesnt do you good, they say, but how do you stop a deadly virus from killing? Sure, we can find the cure but how long does it take before it wipes out all that is left of mankind?

If they've built a wall,
don't tear it down and
bring them into reality;
take a few bricks out
and sneak inside.

Have yourselves
a fantasy with a
bit of reality
seeping in
through the
hole you made.

Look into my eyes
What do you see?
Do you see hate?
You should

Dive into my mind
And find the twisted nature of my dreams
Where my demons have become my friends
Where my nightmares are my favourite fantasies
Yes, pain has become my drug

Come with me
And swim with my dreams of my past
Stained by the wear of time
Listen to the harmony
Of the strum of my woes
Clawing on the fabric of my soul

Do you love the tune you wrote for me?
You will

This city has become so familiar.
An endless refrain.
Sometimes the sky pulls away.
Sometimes I feel I could slip through the earth and disappear.
Nobody would even notice.

The other day a crowd gathered.
Bunched together as their paths narrowed.
Then fanned back out into space.
It was an endless flow.
Faces moving so fast they blurred into one.
I sat by the river afterwards.
Unable to stand.

There are seven billion people on this earth.
Drifting through themselves.
And everyone around them.

Train.
Cars pass one another.
Smoke.
They cross the road when the lights change.
Living is effortless.
Invisible.

Two of my friends' relatives died this year.
One from suicide.

There are small moments of grace.
That do nothing to stave off death.
Or the unfairness of existence.

I’ve been moving my hands a lot lately.
I’ve been learning to sew.

Sometimes we fall into dreams.
And lose sight of the present.
Because it’s too painful to consider.

The crow recognises itself in the mirror.
Along with everyone else.
And breaks it.