three little kids
spend every friday
after school together,
make fashion runways
out of eachother’s
building halls,
went from going
on field trips together
to each discovering life
in separate ways,
one grew more popular,
one grew more reliant
and one more in peace
with her surroundings,
how can it be that
they learn to accept
that bodies grow and
distances increase
but not that hearts change?

Humans
of different ages
learning and experiencing
growing and evolving
through different stages

Love is why I live
Love is for what i'll die
Love is why I sleep and wake, what I give and take
And cry

Love is what I breath
Love is all I need
Love is why i'm trudging on, forgiving wrong
And greed

Love is why I write, for
Love is cold as ice, though
Love can warm my heart, and so
Love would tear apart

Love is high and low
Love is bright and doe
Love is truth and lie
Love is a metal lullaby

...fell down and shattered into a gadzillion pieces.

It was an accident.
It was fate.
It was moment of weakness.
It was meant to be.

It was a gadzillion pieces of
broken words,
unkept promises,
unspoken hopes.

It was a gadzillion
drops of tears,
gusts of emotions,
jigsawed thoughts.

All those pieces swept into the wind,
spread across sand and sea,
whispered under every breath
and buried... buried.

They unfold and twist,
collide and explode.
Pressurized and purified,
proven true, it

lands back to the very heart of where it started--
with You.

What if I told you, young man.

What if I told you, you will be an adventurer. Not just land but mind body and soul.
What if I told you, you would be wild and un-tamed like a cloud before a storm.
What if I told you, You would be loved heard, respected, and admired in the places of absent thought.
What if I told you, your deepest dream would wrap you in perfect euphoria just to be with you.

What if I told you....that you would be hated.
What if I told you, you would get lost in the sea's of the mind and heart.
What if I told you, bridges burn faster when fueled by neglect.
What if I told you, you would hold the hearts of love in your hands and throw them to the wind.

What if I told you....you'll be okay.
What if I told you....dont worry young man. These are not but the tears of time settling in the letters of mind.

And its my word for yours in a yours that is ever mine.
Do not worry young man, for what i have told, its only the prelude to the story that is only ever.

Yours.

Lights may dim,
     And the gaze may
                 Diminish.


But know
      that what ever
        Darkness  may


Cloud or vision.


That we will always see
    Brightest in the
        Dullest fraction


Of our life.
    And even though


We can't see the path,
   One will always be brightest

In our least aluminated moment.