maybe home isn't where the four walls are at
or where your family lives in

maybe it's somewhere you once stayed when the downpour was so hard
and you need to stop by for a while,
nowhere to be found
yet you unconsciously found a comfort instead

but little you did know
that it is geographically located
within you
in your chilling bones
and burning heart.

For now,
it's been waiting for you
to come home...

As we give free love away,
We'll get love back one day,
Like's God breath of feathers,
Our solace in stormy weather,
God's looks after each of us,
Serenely unconditional, no fuss,
God gives us all free love,
Not far away, shining above,
We dream, for what it's worth,
Perfect communion of souls on Earth,
Yes, boundless free love we all deserve,
As we give free love away,
We'll get free love back one day!

I vow, not to
Recognize voices,
Behold thoughts,
Dismiss one’s mind,
Stand fixed,

Despair and fall,
Find hope and rise,
And finally,
Reminisce feelings.

I have vowed upon the wall,
That stands so tall,
For it, to no longer exist.
For it, to dissipate.

I no longer gain or lose momentum,
I no longer find or lose hope,
I no longer I find a way,
Nor words to say:

A rose fallen, makes a tree.
That I will benefit from, until
It becomes part of me.

noun*
the first part of something,
of everything
the feeling of oddly new, strange

like new years
for a brief moment, maybe
if you'd asked me? oh boy,
it never felt like one

it was just days and months replacing what we once marked on calendars and places
and saying, "this day from last year, " or the other,
explaining every detail how we witnessed every sunset at the same spot at the park
drinking the same coffee from the same cafe
meeting in places where we started
from talking for the first time to crossing out the words from our ultimate getaway list

new years isn't just a beginning
"don't make the same stupid mistake again," someone would've said
such as me,
to the millennials
to my clan
to you
to myself also
to the entire population
reminding us to keep on living once in a long time
"you could do better," perhaps

It's 2pm and it's pouring outside.
Mother Nature is singing of sorrow.
I am numb, for the most part.
Until that ache in my chest begins.
I've never felt anything like this before.
I can feel my heart being ripped in two.
After so many years we merged together.
So nicely you couldn't even see a seam.
Now we're parting ways and trying to find ourselves.
Trying to distinguish what part goes where and with who.
Trying to leave it how we found it.
Trying to figure out which parts are me and which parts are you.
And I guess I should feel free.
I should feel a weight being lifted.
I should be something...
But I am not.
I am invisible.
Hiding in the shadows.
Watching my life like a television screen.
Covering my eyes at the gory parts.
You won't see me anymore.
That piece is dead.
I'm sad to say, as much as I don't want it to be...this is the end.
And I'll write you one last goodbye one hundred times over.
I'll say I'm really letting go.
That it's easy.
That I'm fine.
But deep down I know I'm not.
if I thought I could keep you and be happy I would...
I did.
Many times.
But at some point you have to accept what is.
And it's not what it was anymore.
We're at our crossroad.
You in one vehicle and myself in the other.
I'm looking at you in the rear view mirror...
And I'm driving to a home I don't know.