Whenever i see the appealing blue sky,
And unique clouds passing by,
It reminds me of how i use to love watching clouds.
But seeing it was never enough,
So i gave an effort to reach and get it.
And the next thing you know
I fell,
Then i feared hope.
Sometimes its better to just see,
Than trying to follow your ego and make it yours,
But you fall instead with no more hopes.
Because impossibilities can hurt our feelings too.

I would like to live in a world
where i don't have to talk for hours to look cleaver
where i don't have to wear hills to look ****
where i don't have to get a good job to be considered
where i can live without being judge
where i can love without being afraid

I am still wondering why this world is so fake ?

the future gleams bright
and i could put in effort
but i dont want to

Loving her was like a good meal.
An unexpected moment in the universe when everything goes right.
Whether the chef changes the recipe.
Or I just so happened to catch the place on a slow day.
An otherwise busy, fast paced world.
Everything from the complimentary water, to the appetizer.
The main course.
This was how good to be in love with her felt.
There was no such thing as placing another order.
Substituting one item for another.
Without need for a menu.
I wanted all that she had to offer.
This was a meal that couldn't be recreated.
Everything presented perfect on the plate.
The seasonal greens and meat overlapping what's thought to be imperfect.
We often take for granted the simple things.
Occasional efforts that what we need most can easily be found at request.
This isn't always the case.
We authentically lose anticipation doing so.
Creating different realities of ourselves. 
Rather than learning to accept. 
Soaked in juices, the aroma seeping through the air.
She sizzled, cracked, and popped.
This experience that approached.
This was eating at it's finest.
Preparing knife and fork.
Loving her without wasting a single crumb, morsel, or drop.
This was me biting into something that I've never before experienced.
Giving each other what we've both desired.
The fulfillment of one another.
Exploring portion after portion of this delicious rendezvous

Do you ever wonder if they care as much as they say they do?

Why can't they answer your message?

Why do they only give a few brief words?

Why does it feel like you're the only one trying?

If you have theses or similar questions
then it might be time to cut yourself free and wait.

Wait until they ask you how you are.

Wait until they answer your message.

Wait until they try to put some effort in.

If it never comes, then they don't.