Italy isn't Italy. It's only a metaphor. My mind has been stuck in purgatory for so long but when we both meet in Italy it means my mind is finally realized from the jail cell of my thinking.

First day of the week.
Glad we could meet.
A new day.
A new beginning.
Another chance
to go out and learning.
Exploring and searching.
Meet new people and sharing.
Take time for reading.
Believing and recieving.
Your words make
my day so appealing.
Like a soft summer breeze
on my skin so soothing.
Hope you are smiling
while reading my writing.

The problem is
You prayed for me
And I didn't in fact
Pray for you
A gift and a curse
The problem is
I wished for new
The problem is
I didn't pray for you
This wouldn't be the same
 I'm only every counting
The wrong steps I take
With you
We fell in love
The chains of an unfamiliar master
Does it matter<
I wouldn't count on it
A thousand times
A million times
No matter the number
This won't change at all
Even though its similar
Its not the same
Because you prayed for me
I didn't pray for you

Do not fear the unknown in front of you,
But explore it's essence!

For fear is a blockage of progress,
And stoppers of growth.

One does not learn to swim in a whim,
But free fall with courage knowing it might be the last,
And come out stronger soaring in the wind.

One can only stay in the maze to die,
But find refuge by exploring the wilderness.

For the liars play their soft lyre to sooth you from the truth,
Like Sirens charm their voices to men's demise.

Like Odysseus, be a nobody for the Cyclopes,
But come out as a victor of his kingdom!

For risking nothing will get you nothing,
But find courage to voyage to unknown,
And be a champion of unraveling!

You walked in
a pool of sharks
knowing where the good fish is
and the plankton floats

You were floating in
a great ocean of possibilities
some so foreign, your eyes dilated
some so familiar you felt elated

You slid next to great whales of knowledge
and shook the tentacles with wise octopi
with strands of experience

You got bitten by piranhas of isolation
and even bled internally from bumping shoulders
with beautiful heartless corals

Then one day you met a seashell and her friend
you marveled at the intricate art of nature
and became friends
this time you had the courage to knock

Not all hard exteriors
reflect tough
personalities

You just
had to
knock

The litany of tears
Can not cease
Till man learn
To love
The people we meet.

I met someone today
He caught me off guard,
Shared some stories,
Smiled at each other.

He shared a painful love story.
He was left broken
With no one else to hold on
But himself.

I wanted to comfort him.
I wanted to tell him
That there will be someone
Who will love him truthfully.