I miss the
memories
when little
things made
me happy,
why? I am
beginning
to forget
beauty,
from
now
on,
I will
take a
pause
and
remember
what I
love,
moonlight
and cats,
tea,
palettes
and
diaries,
moments
of gentle
kisses
and roses,
I want to
tell you,
do you
ever
know the
feeling
when
you find
a painting
In a gallery
and your
eyes hold
dear this
small
universe,
where
you are
left to feel
this sense
of being
lost,
a being
dismembered
in an ocean
of wonder,
I feel as
If though
I tire of
societal
conventions
on how to
create
conversation
with people,
anyway,
I am so
lost in my
thoughts,
the world
I paint
becomes
a part
of greater
ones in
the tides
of my mind,
while my
surroundings
are calm,
even though
I see people
walking past,
then again,
isn’t silence
a way of
music?
I believe,
you should
embrace
something
that is far
from the
expressions
you have
known,
the chaos
of lips
flurrying
end zone
sentences,
we should
break the
period
and begin
with a
blank
canvas,
color the
beautiful
something
that is you,
I want to
throw away
unrealistic
ways of
how
people
should
look,
does
a white
heron
ask for
smaller
wings?
I wish
to fly
and
reach
the skies
of a milky
heaven
of clouds,
oh, the
places
I can soar
to in the
highest
mountains
of my
dreams,
perhaps,
I will hope
to find
you, and
we will
share the
company
we love
dearly as
ourselves,
‪for the ones ‬
‪who love you‬
‪unconditionally, ‬
‪the ones who ‬
‪will pray for you‬
‪and the ones ‬
‪that allow ‬
‪their hearts ‬
‪to unconsciously ‬
‪whisper your name, ‬
‪these are the ones ‬
‪to keep, for they see ‬
‪themselves in your eyes,‬
‪we hold the stars,‬
‪wider than the night,‬
‪In the evermore of us, ‬
‪I wonder, will the ‬
‪most beautiful ‬
‪moment in life last ‬
‪forever? the heart,‬
‪lost in reverie, ‬
‪says, “yes”. ‬