you were the wintery wonderland that lies silently beautiful at the highest peaks of mountain tops.
your laughter played symphonic tones that could bring ease to the most anxious souls.
your optimism shined like a camera flash erupting in the dead of night. you were that bright.

if you know,
you must come fourth and speak.
they say that talk is cheap,
but standing up and speaking out are tasks not for the weak.

fight for someone WHO loves you
and not for someone TO love you.

if a picture is worth a thousand words,
let me be still
and silent
like a portrait, a photograph, a frozen moment in time
unless my actions and words can outweigh a thousand in their importance.

there's a colorful mystery in silence
in quietness
the question of whether the mute portrait of a human is lost in a daydream
engulfed by sadness
or running from madness
or have they been caught

they tried to bury us..
they didn't know that we were seeds.
you know what happens next.

I see your moment,
and I raise you a lifetime.

strive for a love like a windmill.
a cycle of perpetual and effortless consistency.