the heart feels a gypsy
the mind a vagabond
the eyes get misty
by the lilies in the pond

bloom the petals pinkish
smudged with streaks of white
swaying slow by wind's kiss
glory displayed bright

upon the slender neckline
crowns of innocent smiles
fill all dark with sunshine
wipe out weary miles

o traveler feel the invite
merrily pause to respond
be a while in sunlight
among the lilies of the pond

I just want him to reach within my soul
and try to grasp all the pieces that make me whole.

I'm ready to step out
i guess i always was
but was too scared
to face the fact that
i am not the only person on this planet
with a life worth living

i am ready for sacrifice
of time, money, and comfort
i am ready to be free
of the fickle judgements of others
i am ready to reach out
and enjoy me
and pour into others
and pray for real
and be legit
and dream
and work
and fight
and make life a journey
of thought and sacrifice
and love

As I wiped the tears flowing on my face, I took a deep breathe. I said to myself that I don't want to be sad. I can have a perfect life if avoid feel like this.

But it was not easy. Lastly, I ended broke down and crying myself in and out.

There was a brief moment of cloudiness. You didn’t see the sun nor the moon

Except for one night when the moon was shining bright for you.

You told the moon about the sun and how sometimes she was to luminous in the mornings

And somehow you were always hooked on the idea of kissing the full moon again.

Soon enough though, a familiar radiancy woke you up.

You lost the sun, but she returned, so tell me why does the moon keep coming back for you.

”So what is it then, do you miss the sun or the moon?”

”The thing is you already have the sun, so why do you still want the moon?”

y.s