maybe we held each other too close
which made us now too loose.

maybe we became too dependent,
that made us now feel indifferent.

we can pretend this is easy,
but how long will we both feel weary?

Although I trudge only in my youth,
And as time bounds to its seasons of Black,
Father regards to me as if still swaddled in blanket,
Pacifier in hand,
Though I have grown with the willows that tower Mother’s mind.

Whilst, I may falter,
And not display equivalent par
Countered to the scholars neighboring,
Flame, nonetheless, expands in the depths of my soul.

For, albeit, I may seem young,
And many, even those who have failed to exchange a word,
See myself as a willing delinquent,
I still stand with the willows
Seeking everlasting satisfaction.

On the train
On me
To exhale
To believe
For a change to come
For tomorrow

Waiting
Is dependent

On action
On Circumstances

Which one are you
Waiting
On
?

I wish I was away from you,
Wish I was stronger than you
I wish I never depended on you.
But most of all,
I wish I never needed you.

dear i wonder is it you
that i love, treasure
is it the love you give me?