It goes beyond saying
that there is nothing
more liberating
than the moment
the story-filled
tip of my pencil
touches the soft
surface of an innocent  
white paper

A crescent moon

glows white

with

It's angelic

halo through

a shroud of

dark clouds,

soulmates

within the

shower of the

pouring rain,

love

Is the only

true sense

that's felt

when the

desert

Is misted

In dunes, when

the souls begin to feel

the depths of warmth

and the monsoon revives

the barren sands, and all

Is paradise.

I think it's important to to document who comes in and out of your life. Some people can swear away their enemies and say they were a waste of time, but I don't think a single thing i do is a waste of time. That's life, it keeps moving and people will flood in and out. The greatest thing about that is the experience. If it was wrong then you learn and if it was right then you learn. Life happens, people adapt different schedules, they grow at their own pace, they shape their lives differently and that's okay. You have to accept that, yes, I could know this person until I die or they will just be another lesson I learned. Enjoy them while you have them, take full advantage. Stay up all night talking to them, take pictures every time you see them, be present. The best thing is to stay in the moment, to not think how one day it won't be exactly how it is anymore. Just live and make unforgettable memories.

-k.f.

If I'm being honest with myself,
I'd first have to admit that I'm not as brave as I put out to be
I pretend that I hate hugs when in reality,
It isn't the hug I hate but being so close that people could read the language of my insecurities

If I'm being completely honest with myself,
I'd have to admit that I crave intimacy with another soul but fear vulnerability
So with my lips I say "I'm chilling" while my heart is asking "where is he?"

If I'm being completely honest with myself,
I'd have to admit that I don't just fall in love with looks but I fall in love with souls full of flaws and I fall harder for eyes, a smile and a brain that'll put the sun and stars to shame

If I'm being completely honest with myself,
I'd have to admit that I'm pulled by people I can't have so I settle for being a friend who really is a stranger because if I were to really be honest with myself, I'd admit that my friends don't know me because I hide behind the jokes and advice I give

If I was being honest with myself,
I'd have to admit that I want to have a conversation with someone who understands and loves me for my mind and old soul.
If they loved my body that would be a plus too.

Finally, if I were to be honest with myself,
I crave a friendship so deep I could pray with a sister after she done put me in check.
Someone who understands that we don't always have to dress up with makeup and can just hang.
Not a superficial friendship.

Your mind is a treasure that I'd love to discover
An abyss of thoughts and logarithms only you can translate
Your mind makes love better than the body can
It's a dopamine high I can't resist
So as I sit here, I **** on your words as if they were a pair of lips
I sip on your wisdom for it is the finest wine.

Pretending to be
a functional adult
is exhausting.
Pretending to be
a conventional writer
is much more
frustrating.

25.5.2014

I speak to you as if I am the pen
and you, my partner
is the paper.
My ends continue to touch you
as the story goes.
There, you stay still
and wait til I finish
yet neither of us wants us to diminish.
I am the pen,
and with you, my paper,
no story will I ever let be abolished.
I will continue to write.
Every drop of my sweat will be worth it,
because as I continue to write,
we continue to live.
I will continue to write
not only your story,
but also how I came up with yours
and how it perfectly goes with mine.
How I,
the pen,
the writer,
continued to write,
continued to live.
In my heart,
I am the pen,
the writer,
and never will I ever let you die in my works.