this morning
i lost my mind

because of you
                   you don't know

how it feels
to be me

cause i'm longing for you

morning
the sky is bright

the sun is
slowly setting
in the horizon

expectations
had
    neither
               closed her heart or ruined her spirits.


     so             she could
              n              o              t
        l
   ­             e
                        t
                        ­    her life
                 again,
                           be    limited.

in the moonlight
when i look up at the sky

i can see our scars

late at night
when i walk through the streets

the clear memories of the past
come up

having a heart and soul

was my only weakness

“in the end

  these things matter most:

  how well did you love?

  how fully did you live?

  how deeply did you let go?”

men would appear religious but the faculties of such men were materialised and they lost the spiritual view of existence the impiety and gold deportment were chilling

position is painful

love
is for her a matter of
life or
                                          death.

my                                                                                                     bitter,

                             walk

                                                started to change.

                       leaving

bones turned gold

                                 wind
                                          shattered

I vanished.

ended

but                                          waiting so long

                    has been dreadful.


                          hope.
                                          happened to appear
                                         tearing away,
    despondence.

the picture



                                        was a

                                                                                     m i r r o r


his soul
                                                                        crept
                                                                    behind a       m a s k


                                          of loveliness

is the

                                           ultimate mystic doorway
                                                                it
                                                             allows you



                                                                                 t  o

                                       d i s a p p e a r
                                                    i  n  t  o

                                          non-existence

                                                    against the backdrop of


                                                                                    eternity.

“memory taps a gun to your inner skull & demands you bring back the dead”

‘I knew you would need me.’

looking back, i had known all along



that underneath, the glittering world

    before my eyes



lay my   D E C E P T I O N



that everything

was to collapse

with a breath of wind



i turned away.  sidestepped, simply closed

       my eyes.



afraid i was, afraid to be loved for

              WHO I AM

youth is like a never-ending maze

youth feels like being alone in the deep blue sea

youth can be overwhelming



but also



youth is fighting for what you believe in

youth is friendship

youth is freedom

even when i fall and hurt myself

i keep running toward my dream

ah dreams,

those luminous meteors

    that light the night skies



of our consciousness

   their own reality.

i know
tomorrow is coming
but i can't
let go
of my phone

\

sleep just isn't coming to me

this morning
will come again
no darkness
no season
can last forever