some wear stars on their flag
some stars in their eyes
as if a star could be plucked out the sky

the daystar here runs through our blood
not the Star itself
her being her is sufficient

like a lover who loves
because that's all that a lover can do
a law written in the heart of love itself.

The course of a cloud is not my course.
The void of the sky is not my void.
The shifting wind’s not blowing in my direction.
Life is no longer up in the air.

Today the lines in my hand are my map.
All roads lead everywhere.
Today there is no walking away,
Only walking.

but you got that golden ticket at the back of your head
you got that eyes that wonder around the world
and I'm left with nothing but an empty state

I'm wired to not pull the trigger but to anchor and drown.
The deep blue ocean where it holds all the pain and sorrow.
Swept by the currents and waves and to be lost within it.
I never wanted this.

Truth was, this kills me as much as it kills you.
It jabbed right through me, deeper than your wound.
It felt like the world was against me and I can't breathe.

I can't escape.

from ashes to ashes, I carried myself in return for a sense.
from the demon of my broken youth, I thought I could teach the timekeeper to fence.
from my heartache that lingers, I slowly losing my own defence.

the golden child will pull the trigger
the golden child will pull the anchor
the golden child will pull the dagger

pass my youth, I kept myself under the radar.
but it didn't stop me from being filled with wonder.
unfortunately, it had to stop ever since the blunder.

thunderstorm.

it's too late anyway.

'It is in finding yourself that you will be able to find joy in this world...'*

But how can I ever find myself when I've been left in maze without a compass or map?

Poems are the MRI's of the soul .

Love is Square
it is equal in each corner

Jealously is Triangle
sharp in every edge

Longing is Round
endless