In a world where traits such as bigotry, greed, narcissism, non-empathy and some level of superiority (in ones own mind) are the key attributes to ensure success and some sense of purpose and fulfilment... I am less distressed than I should be to have failed at life.
I have come to appreciate simplicity and things that are genuine and wonder what reality looks like to the successful. Do they value a warm embrace and a soft kiss and the company of someone who likes them for who they are in the same way I do? And when (if) they feel and experience these things in a genuine way does their success still feel good when they reflect on what made them? Do they even reflect upon such things... or would they be less successful in their own minds if they saw themselves for who they are?
Can you be happy if your aspirations are something other than to love and be loved in return? Without these all is deception and you are both the deceived and the deceiver.

A life without love is not life at all
Do not be scared to let yourself fall
Though it will hurt if you crash to the ground
Happiness is worth the risk I've found
Be brave and jump though hearts are at stake
Not run and hide in fear they may break
Often we end up spiraling down from the sky
But you never know just when your turn will come to fly

five moments
in nine years
i felt like a poet

Never ask,
           Always think
                firstly...

                           And then follow
the words backwards,
           to find the meaning


of what was not clear the first time.

sometimes we rewind
                                  to find
what wasn't clear.
            

Freeze framing to find that moment
         we should have noticed
an indiscretion and navigate the
          meaning of where we  

fell to pick ourselves up
                            and recognise

our own failing.

Just another day were people say that I mean the world to them
And fail to prove it

Here’s to the most beautiful woman in the room, the woman that caught my attention not only by her looks but for the type of woman she is. Someone that pushes through and perseveres.

To the most beautiful woman in the room. The woman I dreamt of all my life finally came but now you’re gone. I would always think of different scenarios on how I dream to see you later in life.

To the most beautiful woman in the room. The woman that I dreamt of playing “Ribbons in The Sky” by Stevie Wonder. The woman that would be the first thought in the morning after I pray and the last thought before I close my eyes.

To the beautiful woman I had to let go. Still so beautiful, but I guess it was for the better that we just stopped everything. You left me in a dark time, but at the end of the day you’re still the most beautiful woman in the room.