I missed the taste of you.
And the way your lips pressed to mine so lovingly and filled to the brim with affection.

I missed the way you watched my movements.
As if I was a rare animal in the wild, which both fascinated and inspired you.

I missed the way your hands felt.
And the way they curled into mine, fitting as if they were destined to be there.

I missed the way you made me laugh.
The most honest smiles I have ever made were in your presence.

And I knew we'd make it.

My perfect constellation.
My greatest adventure.

My love.

And even in the midst of those who say "NO" and "NEVER", we find ourselves surrounded by love and determination. A little home built for our hearts. And a triumph like no other.

(i. r)

I hate the night
Because once my room is dark
I cant control what happens
My thoughts run free
My heart races
I hate the night
Because thats when my fears
Come to life
Where being alone isnt
An option
Where my weeping sounds are
Not heared
I hate the night
Because it makes me think
Of you
Of our laughs
Of our smiles
Of our every moment
I hate the night

Sometimes I can't stand the unbearable feeling of waking up and taking a look in the mirror.
It tells my story, tells my truths.
Screaming at me that I will never be truly beautiful.
The others around me seem apparent and use to the perfection around them and the perfection they hold.
It's a depressing thought to never be called something beautiful.
To be an ugly perfection.

But maybe it's not my mirror, but in fact the lies.
Maybe the mirror has disguised the internal beauty hidden inside,
Just waiting to bloom.

I look to the heavens as my thoughts create a chaos inside.
And incidentally I find a new mirror.
The sky is filled with clouds adorning the creative beauty.
But the remarkable thing isn't the beauty that the heavens hold,
But in fact the one who holds the sky.

You see, the sky and I have been made by the same Creator.
A Creator who has created beauty in everything.
Could it be that His glorious creation,
Could instead be my mirror?
And my ugly perfection,
Has turned into a beautiful perfection.

Clarity
purpose
unburdened
fruits of sister
mortalities touch

flame of fires.

creating
and burning.

Snakes eating
their tails.

Eternal Stars.

Bells ring out their joy
celebrating
as only
ringing of bells
can;
Sing to me
of Heavenly
thoughts.
Unearthly.

Love,
Such a funny word.
We use it in front of pizza, the sky, or the birds.
But we never truly mean it,
Until we find someone
That loves you for you and no one---
Else.

Love,
Such a silly game,
We play. All night and all day.
Until you find someone,
Who changes the game.
Until it is no longer a game, but a force.
A force so strong that only God can break the bond...

The bond of **love.

"We fought in the land of Viet-Nam,
to come home to a world of strangers.
They spit, they cursed, and fingered me,
calling us baby killers.
Our tears never showed,
and our voices were silent.
We stood proud of our country,
so they live free in it.
Years have past, but the wounds still live.
People now salute me, for the life i offered to give."