There is a place i long to go
where clouds appear like mountains
on the horizon
and the only sound is no sound at all
I am waiting for a call-
a sign saying go find your home
among quiet sunsets
and beneath skies of scattered stars
should i travel so far
to such a place?
The answers I can not find
and waiting takes too much time
So I shall gather my thoughts
and turn them to ink
take my dreams and transform them
into kites-
anticipate the wind
until the day comes when I can fly.

When I think of you I think of your eyes
and how blue they are-
the kind of blue the could drown a thousand men.
And I know that each one of those men
would count it a privilege
to die in such pretty blue eyes.
Your eyes remind me of drowning
and I guess I also think of dying
when I think of you
and how to die without you by my side
would be such a terrible way to die.
And if you were to be the first to die
I think I would drown myself anyways
because without your blue eyes to gaze into
I would find my eyes constantly longing to look at the sea.
The sea reminds me of you more than anything else
that is why if a day comes that I can't be by your side
I would rather be in the depths of the sea
because without you- I am not me.

People say to let go of the past
and yet I'm entirely unsure
of how one is capable of doing such a thing.
How can I let go of something
that is physically attached to my being-
to my existence!
For as long as I live
the memories of the past live along side me,
knit into my being
flowing through my blood.
I cannot let go-
although the past is in the past, I am not.
I am here with every memory
and I fear that the only way
to let go of the past
is to forget it.
I will do no such thing.

Perhaps the most significant
of all my struggles
in life
is the fact
that even my immense
love for words
fails to express
the way I feel when
you look
at me.