Somewhere
Where I am me and you are you
But not really

Some place
Where tears relieve and giggles heal
A bit quicker

Somewhere
You sleep safe and I sleep sound
A little closer

Some place
For love and beloved
More sincere

Somewhere
My fingers ache slower
As I play your song
As I play mine
And wouldn’t stop anyway


I’ll wait for that shooting star

if you haven’t already.

Hello there, those I know and those I don't.

Newborns can't walk because they never fell.
They end up growing up, sooner or later, and walking, running, sprinting towards or away from whatever. Falling in the process, of course. In many ways, that is.

When we trip and fall we know it's gravity we're supposed to resist. Other falls in life, however, aren't as clear. And we simply don't know.

Like a baby who doesn't know their feet are meant for walking; only knowing they must move from point A to B, and finding a way.

I see you my friends; I see you falling and puzzled. Afraid sometimes.
I feel your pain, the echoes of your falls too familiar. Same as you, I also don't know.

But it's okay to fall. More, it's okay to fall apart. I've had to a couple times. I like to believe it made me better and better each time I recollected myself.

I am fine. You'll be too. I believe in you.

With Sincerity.

The fields flourish by a cold droplet's grace,
yet fall to ruins of a few fallen the more.
And nothing can be done against determined winds.

As she was the beginning of everything he was
an end to it all. An iron fist of will he doesn't comprehend nor controls.
Dons the Cloak of Despair; wishing himself away:

His holy trinity consisted of heaven, hell and purgatory.
The inevitable battle he knew he would face in the eye of his beholder -
for he could not fathom the weight of responsibility he had upon her soul.

As nothing can be done against determined winds,
but to hide. And

Accept.