There isn't a reason to do this'
He almost said.
but he didn't
and when the pen touched the paper
they were divorced
like a person who faces death
he saw his happiness flash before his eyes

There is a spot in my heart
for little children
their laughs
such pureness that I miss

you forget what its like to be truly happy
until a child's smile comes beaming
and you cant remember
the last time you've laughed like that

I hope you have fun
dancing alone in a bright blue light
I hope youre happy
with such little pretense

but pretense is pretense
no matter the quantity

I see you
clearly in the water
of such from womb to tomb connection

I felt my heart beat in your breathe
the littleness of you is ironic
in those tiny fingers grasp my purpose

I look upon your eyes
a perfect blend of love
the proof of the universe's master piece

I will never forget the night I heard you laugh
I swore my world popped in colors
that can only be seen in an epic sunrise.

In those tiny hands,
grasp my entire purpose
a tiny heartbeat with such momentum.

she swayed lightly alone
her hands holding onto the fragile air
feet grazing the ground
gravity preciously holding onto her
after all, reality is subjective plus perspective.

she dance a hopeless dance
on top of shimmering watersnacks
her heart as dry as dust
those praying hands prayed no more
for she could speak with god

just by closing her eyes

you can take that enneagram test
and find out what number you land on
as a grey attempt to know who you are

you can look in the mirror
and make faces till your cheeks hurt
and still not see yourself truly at all.

Someday, you may look in the mirror
and not recognize those eyes anymore
when did they dime? like hallow shapes?

then one day, your face shrivels up
you can hardly remember who you were before
and you look upon your child

you know one day, she will also look upon the mirror
lost upon herself
taking that enneagram test, as faithful as you once did,

Only 17
still a child.
She walks into the ocean
face barely above the water, floating in the unknown
but the sky burst--

into such majesty
the red, the orange, the paint sliding across canvas
oh how the water moved her

so she shed a tear
for the waves that told her sweet nothings
the sand was a relief
a soft ground to land on
She would die for this.