On a wintery day such as this
All I need is my dog
And it's bliss
I look into her shepherd eyes
And I am simply mesmerized
Filled with loyalty and admiration
Her love is all I need
Never has she acted on me in greed
She knows when I'm sad
Walks towards me when it's bad
Leans on me, letting me know she's there
She understands me even in despair
She licks my hand to say "it's okay"
She gives me comfort in every way
I couldn't imagine waking up
And not having her by my side
It truly was a miracle finding her
She makes perfect my normal life

Falling Apart

I feel as though I've been run over, again and again,
I'm falling apart, with nothing to hold me together.
You've moved on to someone else, I'm left with nothing,
Nothing to keep me going, no one to give me hope.

The truth is that I loved you, or at least I thought so,
But when someone beat me to you, I was left crushed.
It's not just you either, I'm losing people left, right and centre,
I'm mentioning no names because it hurts too much to tell.

But nothing hurts like this, there is no feeling like this,
The feelings that I had for you, now gone in an instant.
You found somebody else to love you, I was not enough,
You moved on and so must I, but I this I want you to know.

I still love you, I'm sorry.

Uncertainty,
Never knowing what’s going on inside your head
If I could only get a glimpse
If I could only get a hope
I don’t know why I keep trying
When it’s so obvious

I just can’t lose my last glimmer of hope
I can’t let it go
I feel that once I’ll do it
Everything will break
Well, my everything, my dreams and my desires and my imaginary meetings

I’m trying to let go
But it’s just so freaking hard
When the memory of no memory haunts me
If I’d only get a sign
Might I break,
Or might I fall into more delusions?

It is said that everything on Earth is made of stardust
Therefore we are made of stardust.
So then, I wonder, what is our mind made of?
What is our soul made of?
Can we be certain that either of them is more than stardust?
After all, it would make sense to be made of the dust of a dying star,
We’re entirely made of it (it is said).

Or aren’t we?
Can we say that mind and soul is ours?
Can we posses them?
Can someone else posses them?
Can they be our own creation just as we are the creation of stardust?
Perhaps, perhaps not.

I don’t know if the soul is real
I can not know until I pass away,
But my mind,
I am certain of its authenticity
I know that I know it, and that it is the only thing that I can be sure I own completely.
Blossomed from me, and not from dust

So then, if I were to you give something
I’d always give my soul,
Because the mind is greater, and it’s mine.

You're somewhere out there,
a charity case for devout Christian couples in diners,
sleeping in your car, in the woods, at night.

You haven't come back as the wind just yet,
but it could be worse.

I wonder how you will stay warm this winter
in thirty degree damp cold
that seems to seep into your bones so thick
with nothing but the clothes on your back.