Unknown friends with
Unknown faces
Unknown ways to
Unknown places

Unknown depths
Yet to find
Unknown heights
Yet to climb

Unknown beauties
Yet to see
Unknown things
Yet to be

Unknown waters
I am not afraid
Unknown future
I am not scared

The shiny sun
During days
Will give me strength
On my way

The countless stars
So far above
Will keep me safe
With their tender love

My dearest one
My one and only
Will kiss me softly
When I feel lonely

I cannot wait
to meet you soon
I am prepared
For new typhoons

Unknown, Unknown
Yet to be
You have never met
Someone like me

And I know I'm not alone whenever I feel chills rush up my arms
and down my spine.
And I know that all of this time I've
spent by myself will not go unnoticed or in vein.
I used to believe that the burdens we carry and all of the things we have lost were just part of some elaborate game of give and take.
                    But I see now,
          and I believe now;
we are not the mistakes that
we made yesterday.

There’s a strong urgency in *******.
The longing for there to be another human body
pressed up against your own, so much so you envision
it vividly in your mind, painting hundreds of
thousands of scenarios until you find one just right
for your hand,

for your body.

It's not about pleasure, but about that momentary loss of place and time,
a further commitment to your imagination but
to your loneliness as well.

one slip is all,

one step too far, the
world turns around .

no control, no eating,



disorder abounds. watch
the ornaments fly, we feel
like alice. one minute turned
to weeks, and wish we had
our camera to film the scene.

these are indeed the falling days.

i am not broken, maybe cracked.
if you read me, you knew
that anyway.

sbm.

love stays silent
and shy
round the doors

doors that open
and close
and open again

while love
shyly waiting
lovers to find

The Doors
sang
Poets The Band

If I had robotic arms... Man, a lot of **** would go down differently.