You don't look for It
It looks for you.
And only when
It's finally with you
Will you realize
That you weren't
The one who found It.

It found you
In its own time
In its own pace.

And after all,
It found you
At the right time
At the right pace.

It knows when to put
Everything in place.

I write because I'm a whirlwind of emotions--
I'm happy, I'm sad
I'm carefree, I'm mad.

I write because I'm an eternal dreamer--
I wanna be this and that
And push myself to be this and that.

I write because I'm a believer--
I marvel at this world's beauty
Despite its irrationalities and craziness.

I write because I'm a living creature--
I strive to make my existence meaningful
By seeking the good amidst turmoil.

I write because I'm but a wandering soul
With a burning heart
In this world I can only pass once.




I write
Just because--
And that's more than enough.

I'm in love
With the idea of us
And it scares
The **** out of me--

I always end up
Getting pointlessly hurt
When I let my mind
Stray from reality.

Indeed
One can't buy family
Or friendship
Or love
Or lasting happiness.
But to say that
The best things in life are free
Is to consider only
The absence of monetary value.

Sacrifices must be made
To keep a family intact.
Courage must be gathered
To sincerely apologize to a friend.
Acceptance is called for
To love unconditionally.
Leaps of faith are needed
To even have a shot at happiness.

Nothing is absolutely free
Especially the best things in life
For they demand
the greatest investment of all--
That is
Oneself
Without any reservation.

That you tell me
you love me because
I am patient
and intelligent
and slow to anger
sacres me;
For what if one day
my patience runs out
and I become narrow-minded
and irrational
and irritable--
Will you still love me?

Will you still love me
if I change through time?