"Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other, but it looking outward together in the same direction." -Antoine de Saint-Exupery

"I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in darkness the astonishing light of your own being." -Hafiz of Persia

i hid all of my old posts, i didnt want them accessible anymore.
i dont know what i do want to have on here.
below are a few things ive written. and thats all i want here at the moment.


1.

soul.
lurking within, i am unseen. foreshadowed by exterior. despite our deep connection, your skin is not my texture. equating, creating. weaving a story of existence. youll come to your expiration someday, worn and scarred, the marks of a life not wasted. with difficulty i will let you go. the last time i see your reflection all moments experienced as one making up our lifetime, haunt me. the last time we harmonize, body and soul. you become dust, will i too? or abandon and follow a new current? deterioration, departure.



2.

all that is left are my imprints upon.
some deeper than others.
like the invisible ink requiring a special light.
sure there is pain but in this moment i am happy.
that is all i could ask to be as i go.
silent tragedy filled with noise.
my pre-determined last words.
collapsed and lifeless on the asphalt,
my damp hair continues to dry.
hypothetical thoughts as we flow with speed.
journey embarked.



3.

serene surroundings,
your voice softly dominates.
in the lacking light is your shape.
blindly I study your design.

surface thoughts flow between,
significant and eloquent nonetheless.
but beneath my ribs I desperately,
hesitantly want you to see
my unexposed core within.
the codes it contains I want you to bear,
share these thoughts with yours alone.
continuing synchronicity between, accuracy increasing.

soaked through my coating, your atmosphere resides.
infused clarity within my current.
moments now worth recollection,
vividly preserved.
so admire your artwork,
for the new curve of my lips is your effect.

in your car, gaining speed, gliding by,

everything else vanishes quickly.
but we remain parallel, coexisting and content.
compromises to the wheel, with one hand placed on mine.
wandering, our only intention being to get lost.
not feel familiarity with the road or know its ending.
it is not of my concern,
you are good enough.