I have a lot to do
pack a box
pack a suitcase
write
record music
paint
make a one last goodbye to the people I will miss
and I have to get up.
Busy busy hummingbird

I distinctly remember
wearing mostly white when we were together
and it was clear I didn't want to wear white when we were separarted by 3000 miles
so I didn't
now I wear white happily and I wear pinks and greens and blues and purples all the time

i woke up from a dream with weary, teary eyes
we were kissing and it felt so comfortable
a heavy morning, a passed mourning
i'm sinking in question quicksand

it's almost been a year,
but i don't think i've let go of the hope
that awake, you would kiss me
like you used to, like the dream-you does

i've drifted in the ocean, hoping you would run towards me,
i've put my hand down, exhausted from reaching year
but my fingers still stretch out, fan out to make space for your fingers

i found a folded piece of paper in the small wood box
curious, i started to unfold it and i suddenly realized
it is a love letter from you
i blinked and shook in my surprise
and read it and cried

i am so confused
after all this change,
i still miss you

my only cause of sorrow
my utter confusion

a year ago,
we soared in the wing-filled sky
tasting clouds and
crisp romantic clarity.

i can't ask you to help me figure this out.
can you have peace and sorrow?
I know I can't.

My heart misses yours

there is so much to say
that words cannot possibly do
can i please have some of your time?
i want to know why i miss you

Why do we want,
what is the driving force
the compelling, the why?

There is a one who wants nothingness
who doesn't want anything

convention's brow furrows
scolding
loser
failure
useless

freedom's light smiles
free
free
free

are you in want?
Ask
listen

Our color theme
rejoicement
in each other

we won't use names

it's this and this
and this and this

we'll show you all
with paints and
adornments

we'll point
and laugh
and laugh
to make you smile!