Lets talk about how years evolve from days,
And when it comes to me, no one ever stays.

I lived and felt a million souls
within the time it took
for you to walk through the door

every moment is eternal.

every breath was
infinite life.

all
the
stars
and stars
within souls
existing not existing

in ever-burning light

If I stood in our doorway
   With the light against my back
          Would you answer me a question
              If I gathered the courage to ask?

If I whispered to these four blank walls
Of how Time scared me more than death
Would you laugh at me in pale moonlight
As I draw ragged breath

                                   "That stuff kills you!" They all say
But by then they've failed to listen
           The hands are broken, the clock tipped over
*But I still hear it ticking!

the world explodes in
the infinite now

in this one single moment
I experience infinity
where I live the truth that
I am always connected to everything
we are connected by the great tapestry of life

my heart explodes with joy in
the infinite now

one of my favorite things in the world is the way i catch you smiling after we talk. there's something so captivating about the way you smile to yourself when you think i'm not looking (but i am, i always am.) i have memorized the way your hair catches the rays of sunlight and how you hold your head up in class when you are too busy falling asleep to pay attention. i think that your eyes are windows that hold thousands of different galaxies within them and lately it has been killing me that one day i will no longer be one of them. you always saw things the way i did and i could have sworn our souls were tied together in another life. i find myself getting tired of love stories but i don't think it's possible that i could ever get tired of ours. we were never about red roses or cheesy valentine's day cards or sloppy makeout sessions in the back of the movie theatre like the other kids, but that's okay. shy "good mornings" and deep midnight conversations mean more to me than anything left in the world. you can write anything on a blank sheet of paper and call it poetry, but our story is not just a puddle of words and fractured sentences. it is not a menagerie of fancy words dressed up to look like they mean something, because our story is the epitome of beautiful. i understand that time is just the sad ticking sound of the lonely clock on the wall, but if a genie granted me three wishes, i would wish for more of it with you. forevers are always infinite and i know it's hard for a girl like me to wrap her mind around a concept like that, but all i know is that i'll never be ready to spend an infinity without you by my side.

Infinite skies,
Infinite lives,
Infinite lies lied,
Infinite tears cried,

How many times?
How many kinds?
How many different infinite tries?

Death is extinct

If I could give to you this frame of reference-
I would be stealing the one thing you were gifted.

This is a frame of reference that is empty;
Empty of concepts, forms, ideas, desires, aversions.

Here, the wind has a purpose; The day has lost it's course.
No destination, yet everything you wanted will be there.

This is where you are safe from other's ideas.
Here, the moment puts death into extinction.

This form you call hand, this idea you call mind-
Cannot grasp this nirvana, nor intellectualize it.

The clouds hold the answer.