I have all the time, but no time at all.

My mind is racing to the next stop, but hasn't even taken off.

What is this I'm feeling? Why can't I get moving?

My heart is ready, but my body is still...

I can't seem to take off, what is set in my soul. To unearth the dreams, that are so hidden in this hole.

Fear, could it be? I wonder... I wonder when this heart of dreams will break free.

Its been a while since the last heart beat
Its been a while since the last sounds of your feet.

My heart was cold as ice and warm as fire
Yet no tear left the crier.

My brain yearned to sob, but my heart froze with hurt.

So its been a while...
Yet no desire has left this crier,
to melt this cold heart, that's warm as fire 🔥 .

Love... a feeling that comes and goes.
But true love...true love is a depth beyond what we cant comprehend
The unexplainable tolerance when all things fade
The uncovering of faults and blemishes, outside and within

Dont be swept away by the feeling of love, for it will only come and go...
Leaving that depth beyond, empty and a fraud.

But true love, true love will endure
True love is the cure.

Oh what a week....
Yes, I was weak
My meak self could hardly speak

The pain...
Oh what a pain it was
My vain self could hardly explain

Every ache felt like my last,
Yet night after night,
Oh what a pain it was.

Now I sigh in relief.
Oh for what a pain it was, is no more.

When the things that once interested me fade away,  
And the tranquil days of chirping birds, blue skies, and glowing sunsets gently fill the void,
  
Oh, how time has whispered and shaped me,  
Soothing my spirit and fortifying my soul.  

Now, the passions that move me—oh, how you will never know.

If lonely was a person
It would hold my hand
As I briskly walk through each aching day
Waiting for the next and the next
As if tomorrow's were worth the wait.

If lonely was a person
It would tell me, hush!
Hush, because tomorrow's are worth the wait
Tomorrow's are in your faith
Of what you anticipate.

If lonely was a person
It would no longer stick around and wait
No, for lonely would unmask
The beauty of within
Lonely,  yes you
Tomorrow I shall meet you
And no longer be lonely, my dear.

I was told that I'm kind, until you get to close...
Hmmmm, is it that the one who got to close thought he could get the best of me?
Or maybe I was kind until my last inch of kindness could endure no more.
I gave my all in kindness,  that I know for sure.
Kindness now has boundaries, until you get too close.

When silence is all I need,
To breathe and unravel from the days burdens.
The silence helps me reconnect with who I am and who I need to be.
The silence is everything and everyone to me
The silence, who could you be tomorrow?

Time is not your friend
Yesterday you thought it was
But today, today it drifts by,
like a stranger walking shy
So live in every moment
Assert time to your whim,
For tomorrow it may break you at the brim

Why do rainy ☔  days make my heart drop
Why do rainy ☔ days make the beat stop
Its a kind of pill that dulls the mood
Suppresses the issues
And fills the room with gloom.

Oh rainy day, soon you will blow away
The sun ☀ will peak
And the gloomy room will bloom with praise

I wait anxiously for that warmth
For the heart to jump
And to never skip a beat,
Even if you do return, to rain another day.
So go rain, another day...

Hello Sunshine!

He called me sunshine
But only once did we meet
The silent friendship was so rare.

We drifted apart, through time and space
But only now, light years away,  did I forget he called me sunshine
Only now did I forget the birthday
Only now did  I forget u too, my sunshine ☀

The Words:
And to my surprise, it was said.
What was hidden within,  has escaped his breath.  
Was it a blunder?
Or was it made in hast, I wonder...?
Yet as it was said, my world stood still,
Soaking the essence of what might never be revealed in this capsule of time.
The words, it was said.
And the words, cannot be unsaid.

The melody of the rain runs down my gutters
The melody of my pain runs down, as my heart flutters.
Bitter sweet moments I can't escape,
Yet I wish the rain would wash over this endless pain...

It is but two more days,
till the end of my longing will come to its demise.
It is but two more days till my heart can express the pain it endured.
It is but two more days till I can return to my reality of the unassuming or rather its disguised encounters.
Two more days, till my breath is caught, by the other,
Never to be released till we know no other.
It is but two more sleeps, I'm counting...