The curse of pain
The curse of overflowing tears
The curse of paralyzing fears
The curse of true love
The curse of being different
The course of dejection
The curse of joy
The curse of pride
The curse of self-expression
The curse of resilience
The curse of soul baring
And
The curse of immortalization
All these are a poet's curse
To these curses I am doomed
But I need no cure
I am blessed to be doomed
I am doomed to be a blessing
Cos I am blessed to be a poet
Dunno about you though???

Dreams filter in as the setting sun plays tag through the trees.
Colors explodes across the sky and all that was today drifts away..

Stop hesitating,
Only giving up a glimpse of your love.
Stupid fool,
Don't you know I adore you?

Some days I chase these views and I watch the world pause. I get to take it all in for a moment. Some days it heals me, other days it reminds me that I'm simply running from my own reality. That's when I recognize how unhappy I've been.