How lonely is the
writer who sinks into the page
as they pour their mind into their words
only for no other soul to
witness their art?

I close my eyes and
suddenly, I am there,
in the memories I try to forget,
where I lost my heart and
have been trying to
reclaim it since.

I love you more
than the milky way
on a clear summer night.
For me the universe only
exists in your eyes.

Learn to separate
the blue from the skies
from the blue in
your heart.

I will always
look for you with my eyes
just as I will always
long for you with my heart.

Treat your mind as if
it were your garden.
Be careful with who you
make memories with so that
you can plant seeds rather
than pollute what is good.
Indeed, memories are forever
and not the people so make sure
you keep out the locust to keep
your garden a pretty place
to return to.

Being happy and
being distracted from sadness
are not the same thing.