Words
Written, spoken and heard
Give relieve
to
writer, speaker and listener.

But... they can also hurt.

Shell ✨🐚

i don't need people.
the sun embraces me
everyday,
the salty waves
greet me at nights,
and the stars
dance beside me
with their disco light.

i find myself in
this quiet,honest,wild
world,
where every bird's song
and every wind blow
is playing in the
background.

nothing hurts me,
everything is just as it is.

it is autumn.
you are golden;
you were golden
in summer
too.

She would hold my hand

and look at me.

Pearls in her eyes,

like mine.

I don't have her eyes,

hers are blue,

mine are green,

but I could see myself in hers,

a faint mirror image

like looking into a lake.

Pearls on her cheeks,

whiter than mine.

I have young cheeks,

still burning red,

reacting like a traffic light,

to everything new and exciting.

She said that changes,

when you're older.

We sat there,

mine hand in hers.

I don't have hands like that,

hers are long like pianists,

wrinkled and full of character,

interesting hands.

Mine are young and smooth,

like a dolls hands.

So small they disappeared,

when we held hands.

And so freezing cold,

I would take her hands,

just to steal a little warmth.

Quiet all around
Guess I'll grab paper and pen
Make some real noise

A cold morn
A Lifeless morn
No geese around
Or Squirrels
No noise
Not even the
Wind
Or a tinkling
Chime
Almost too quiet
Guess i'll.turn.some
Music on

I lost it
I lost myself
I dissolved in the search of myself