He who hesitates

is not lost

all angles he explores

he excels over most

May you persevere in matters of your heart
Immerse yourself in what you need to feel alive

May you press onwards even when you’d rather sink and

May you grow towards the sky just like the flowers you find that root themselves in the most precarious places but still manage to find the sun

I was the best in the world.
And knowing that made me arrogant.
Made me think I was untouchable.
But in reality,
I'm just like everyone else.
Just did a little bit more, a little bit differently is all...

They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love."
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."

There were days
I remembered
To put my heart on my sleeve.

The other days
I hid it
So deep inside my body
I couldn’t find it for myself.

The terror of anyone finding
Me judging me
Seemed to linger in the air
I inhaled.

Can you hear it? Can you feel it.
   each bump, each boom.

Do you want to feel this feeling? Take my hand.
   Listen to angelic songs, travel my turbulent sea.

Do you feel it? This sickness.
  Each stroke, Each mark, Each words, Each Song.

It will never be enough, to express this feeling.
  No poet, no genius, no artist can express this desire.

Take my hand,
   suffer, lost in unnatural congenital thoughts.
      trying to say - " I love you"