Into the vastness of time
Where moments come and go
And disappear into the ocean.

Of all that was created
Where some keep afloat
And others inevitably sink.

I look at all the waves
Relentlessly moving and breaking
Every moment that was part of me.

Behind the water I see faces
Of the past and the present
Having an endless conversation.

I listen to their voices
Familiar whispers
Never too far away.

In my hands I hold two pages
One crumpled and one brand new
Two things that I must do.

First I unwrite a chapter
About a long but past love
Erasing everything on the crumpled paper.

Word after word after word
Retracing all past feelings
While I leave them all behind.

When I’m done I look at the ocean
And while hearing the ruthless waves
I start filling the blank page.

With incomplete sentences
For it is just the beginning
Of a love too soon to tell.

Still I continue to write
As to capture every moment
That reminds me of you.

What is hope without a wish?
About catching falling stars
Raining down from the night sky
Keeping them forever in glass jars.

What is love without a touch?
Like a blanket on bare skin
Covering us softly and gently
So we could be safe and warm from within.

What is happiness without a memory?
Captured forever in a photograph
Then collected in a little box
To revisit anytime with a laugh.

What is life without a vision?
To close our eyes and dream
All the paths that we could take
While sailing on a gentle stream.

There's this road I'm walking on
Of which end I cannot see
My sense of direction all gone
Map show me the way! I plea

But the words are met with defeat
Should I continue on my own?
For it's just an empty sheet
Am I doomed to walk alone?

What to do when there's no ink?
Or is it because I can't see?
I feel like I'm on a brink
Of losing myself in misery

I stumble around all lost
Day after day after day
My fingers are firmly crossed
For this nightmare to go away

But I've come to the realization
That nightmares are just dreams
For I am my own narration
It may not be what it seems

So even if my eyes are blind
Don't give up is what I say
Just leave these doubts behind
Eventually I will find my way.

Our hearts are made from puzzle pieces
Intricately complex, but incomplete
Full with gaps, stains and creases
Changing with every heartbeat.

We're all looking for real connections
Something fitting instead of patches
And endure a lot of rejections
To find the best possible matches.

This puzzle is hard to complete
At times impossible to cope
Not wanting to admit defeat
We continue, because of hope.

Hence I too shall keep on going
Like everyone else day by day
Constantly failing, but also growing
Collecting my heart along the way.