I untie my hair from its knot, I just want to be set free. Place my bare feet on the earth, and allow it to heal me.

I could not stand by anymore, stolen sentiments in fist. Waiting for a sign from him, wondering what I've missed.

Long hair flowing in the breeze, I now turn my face to the sky. Wind reminds me as tears fall, that it does no good to cry.

So instead I dance to feel the universe, for joy to fill me once more. Wild and unobtainable, I've felt this pain before.

Gypsy souls are meant to wander, forever too be free. My heart is struggling just to find, why he means so much to me.

the air smells a little sweet
like lemonade
like home
it reminds me a little of
your sparkling eyes
your gleaming smile
i wish you were here now
tainting the lemonade air
with your glowing presence

No one can live your life

No one can relieve your strife

No one can change your heart

No one can do your part

No one can decide for you

    What you must do

But you

   A great responsibility
   Filled with great rewards.

   Never Give Up.

In that moment
Between wake and sleep,
Where the mind slips
In between the sheets,
I find you there
Next to me.

My gentle hug,
My warm body,
My perfect love,
My ecstasy.

Sometimes,
I can't help but feel
Dumb in a room full of ears.
The mouth moves
And nothing comes out,
Nothing but threadbare breath,
Wasted and worn
From words of small form,
So when the word counts,
No substance comes out.

Sometimes,
I can sit and talk
Without saying a word.
The eyes flit
And fold into slits,
A nod here and there, moves
As if I agree
With their trending theory,
An attempt to conform
With this act I perform.

Sometimes,
I run out of words
To share to the room.
I don't move,
Just stand there forlorn,
A husk of myself, caught
In the act
As I run out facts
That I can recall
To look quite normal.

Sometimes...

Sometimes...

Sometimes,*
Friends are strangers
Who know your name.