I get told i don’t think

But I’m thinking right now

I think all the time..

Constantly my brain won’t stop

I’m writing these words down that come to mind to try and sort it all out but it won’t cease

I can’t stop thinking

Words are rushing onto the page like a pipe thats about to burst

I keep trying to patch the hole but more water seeps through..

More words.. seep through

Consuming my thoughts till it’s all that I’m made of

All that i think of

Another meaningless day, disrupted by a stirring action,
Or maybe stillness and passiveness carry more meaning.
Chasing eternal ideas, we neglect pressing matters.
Drunk with high ideals, we dismiss those closest to us.
We pour our strength into chasing the true path,
and live in a future that never arrives.
When today flew away, leaving no chance to mend broken pieces,
only the bitter taste of anxiety over the unattainable
and regret for what was left undone remain by our side.

I remember that evening like it was just a month ago
Almost night, the shadows of trees around us,
and our hands locked together.
Time stopped on the clock for a moment.
Like a fish thrown onto the shore,
We couldn’t handle the scale of this new life.
Suffocating under overwhelming feelings,
with no air left inside us.

I close my eyes,
and scenes from the past flash by like an old movie reel.
An apartment block,
a courtyard with iron football goals,
one ball for two teams.
How happy we were in those days,
when our pockets were empty
and our hearts free of envy and rivalry.
I close my eyes, and only one question lingers:
When did we lose our feelings in a flood of meaningless worries?

When the spring winds fell into my lap
and my stride began to fatigue
and the taste of new days
often soaked in reminiscence
became too difficult to stomach
I tied the skyline around my soul
and made curtains from the sun
to shade the windows from the grey
of afternoon storms
when all the speeding and whirling
thoughts fall into my lap
they intertwine with a breeze
drifting from place to place

I'm picking up

       What you're putting down

                   You didn't have to throw

                                     it

                                     at

                                     me.

I woke up early today.
I woke up close to the sun.
There's an abyss of thoughts in my head,
Those that can't be there. None.

I try not to think. I try to sleep back.
But it's no use! They press for no why.
They press in my temples! They press pack my chest!
Thoughts of those, who scarifies.

I don't know where to run me whole?
Where can I find my peace?
It's my hopelessness... It's my end...
I guess they are my guilt and penance.

Not just a fluid,
I am ink — the druid,
Shaping your ideas in a blink.
In depth of papers, I sink.

Not just a physical thing,
An end to your thoughts — I bring.
Not made to drink,
I am the almighty ink.

I flow on the paper,
With your thoughts — I caper.
Like the roots of a tree,
Even the history is written with me.

Not just a black fluid,
From the sac of a squid.
Not made to drink,
I am the almighty ink.

Let me love you
in all the ways I know,
in all the ways I want.

Let me surprise you
beyond all the conventions
of how people love,
beyond the borrowed stories
told for centuries,
of others loving others
by someone else’s rules.

Let me be myself
in love
for you.

I promise it will be
special,
unique,
unknown,
a mosaic of new facets,
still undiscovered.

For love is art
never poor in method,
never demanding
what to do,
how to be.

And since love is art,
let me be the artist
to paint love
in every color
that ever existed
on earth,
in the heavens,
in my heart,
and your thoughts.

"Death or
Freedom?
But you just
Said freedom
Twice."