Sunbeams through the window are like childhood memories—
Warm, vivid, and simply true.
And they never leave me, even when I’ve forgotten.

do Orion and
the Pleiades
ever gaze at
you and me?
for we are what
they hope to be,
begot by stars,
a conscious sea,
and even pain
means we feel things

I always liked storms
so I chased after you, and
danced under your rain

You'll never read this.
That's what makes it
so easy to write.

Many bottles on the tables,  
All properly labeled, clear,  
Yet contents hidden, veiled within,  
Their secrets disappear.  
  
Some hold water, pure and plain,  
Some with wine refined,  
Juices sweet in some you'll find,  
While others stand confined.  
  
A few are lifted, sipped with joy,  
Their purpose fulfilled with ease,  
But many sit in silent wait,  
Left alone, to only tease.  
  
Some are empty, void of worth,  
Disappointment's quiet toll,  
For not all bottles, neatly placed,  
Can satisfy the soul.

i am the best
version of myself
when i am comfortable
surrounded by my loved ones
and knowing there are no time restrictions