You are in everything
I suppose it’s inevitable
Because
I loved you for so long
You have become everything
All around me
There is nothing left but you
Deep inside me
Consuming me
Turning circles around my head
The way the sky looks at night
It’s still you
The way every love song sounds like a wedding tune
It’s still because of you
The way I cry and destroy myself to fight the regret eating at my insides
It’s still
You.
It’s always you
And I can’t escape it.

Poetry is a piece of the soul.
What lives inside you
So it’s a piece of you on paper.
To be read and respected
all the way.
When you die it still stays.
So don’t put it in a straight jacket
Let it move
Let it breathe.
Let it live even when you die.

Shell ✨🐚

Let’s love the sun love the moon
Love the flower buds and in bloom
Love the different ways to universe
To reach the stars and touch the sky
Or let’s simply
love each other.

Shell✨🐚

We write because it untangles
The twisted knots we carry in our hearts
We write because we can finally
Put down the crosses we bear
Lay it down on paper
For the next person to do the same

Writing is something
that comes to you with urgency
and you just have to give shape to it in words..

What if

All we are living today is a story about our past that we are telling to someone

Can you feel the sweet sun on your skin
Can you see its smile in the sky as it spreads out
Can you see the birds fly as well
Singing beautifully
Can you feel the morning you couldn't wait to wake up in from last night
Can you smell the sweet waft of morning coffee
Can you hear the noise in the city from car engines and welding machines
If you can
Be grateful
You have made it to a new day
Living in the tomorrow you promised yourself yesterday
It's a new day
Let's celebrate

My body's made of dust and muddy earth
And yet my soul descended from the sky,
Love's been my mistress from my very birth
And I'll protect it always, till I die.
She's like a down that gathers in a pile,
Because she's sensitive and pure and light,
But if the wind starts blowing for a while,
Then she gets scared and suddenly takes flight.
On our Earth, love is a little shy,
People have lost their meaning and are bad,
They are attached only to things that lie,
Love for some time, and then they all get mad.
But I respect my mistress, she's sublime,
I'll be her slave until the end of time.

It's getting difficult day by day
To cope up with this species
Even though I am one of them
I still don't want to be the one
I feel like being the dust or a blue whale...
Rather than being a human.

The reality is lost under the masks
Masks that cover evil smiles
Smiles that can break you...
into millions and millions of  pieces.