Some days I’m a little worse for wear.
I imagine it’s like a stone that’s always been in darkness,
Suddenly breaking from the cracks inside.
So the light pierces into corners that has never seen daylight
And all the bugs, insects and worms hidden in these corners
Finally come out.
Out of darkness,
And into the light.
Twisted, convoluted and broken
We come to each other in pieces
Wanting to make a whole.
But all we ever do
Is sink into a dark hole
And wonder why we can’t fix each other, like so.
Maybe we’ll always be lost
Like some eggs in the wild that won’t hatch
Or caterpillars that will never turn into butterflies
Maybe we’ll always be 18
Unsure and lonely, seeking a stranger’s touch
So we try with what we have
And that’s all we can ever do
With this moment that we have.
It’s amusing how far we’d go
To save our faces
Or to be liked.
Convincing ourselves that these meaningless things
Are actually important.
I hate that about myself.
I care for you
In a way that seeks no return
As if it were etched deep into my bone
You will always have a home.
Let me brush your hair
Strand by strand
They intertwine with mine as I lean down.
And if I comb this entire lifetime
I hope the gods will allow us to meet
In each and every lifetime.
The scent of you lingers on my clothes
After lying under the blanket
The smell of you
Reminds me of the smell of home
Even though I used to find it cumbersome
I guess we’re all looking for a home
So in this lifetime we forever roam.
In hope and in disappointment
Tomorrow is a new day.
Won’t glory the next time be a better repay?
Hold your head high
For tomorrow is a new day.
I dreamt of a stranger so vividly once.
A face that I’ve never seen before
Sitting on the bus, as he stood outside
There was something upsetting but then I saw his eyes.
The only word that came to mind was beautiful
A pure, unadulterated feeling of beautiful
And all my anger went away.