When the sky is awfully close to the land
When the clouds spread their arms around the mountains and weep
for hours
For days
And sometimes for weeks
The mountain hugs it tight with its misty arms
Blankets it with fog
Until the sky cannot weep anymore
Until it feels light again
So it can float back
Wander
Gush the story of the land that stretches underneath
Only for the mountain to rustle with glee

When you fell out of love
I fell out of life

I wander between heart and mind
Between daydreams and reality
Between tormenting silences
And tiring screams
Between yes and no
Between beauty and tragedy
Between being stripped and layered
Between passion and comfort
Between hurtful truths and comforting lies
Between search and rescue
Between sky and roof
Between full and empty
Between realization and delusion
Between whole and pieces
Between gaining and losing
But most of all between
my own inner landscape
Weeding watering
Planting uprooting
Building dismantling
Fencing unlatching
Acknowledging that this garden is not perfect
Not by any stretch of the imagination
It has been the Atlantis of the soul
Seen layers below the rock bottom
It has been a traveler
Who has found a home
In happiness and in pain.

If I live in your heart
Do I exist in your mind?

You are a fickle paradise
I am not sure whether I want to be drunk on you Or high
You exist in seconds
My hours can't capture
Yet I can't stop chasing
For you are the notion of my rapture

Soft fluffy clouds against the turquoise blue
neon hues
it feels unreal
with you here
with me next to you

I don't write poetries not because I don't have words
I am harsh on myself
I am afraid I won't weave words that are
Aesthetic
That caress your heart
My poems are inadequate
Just like me
They don't speak to you
No matter how much I try
They won't strum your heart
So, I rather trap my words
in my mouth
And gulp it deep down
No words ever to be found.