Writing your future into existence is no easy task,
but if you cooperate make sure that you do it right,

it’s three in the morning,
and I’m still at my window,
papers are disarranged all over my room,
it’s not like I love you,
maybe I miss you a tiny bit,
remember our unfinished love story?

but one day you received a letter with a red stamp on it,
your lines were the best,
you got such a huge chance,
to change the world,
in slow dance,

and if you never left me we could have written the best poem ever,
if you never left the town we could have made a masterpiece,
when my pen ran out of ink you were doing all the work for me,
and when my head was empty you were giving me new clues,
you blessed me with blues,
now all we have is ooze,

now it’s seven pm,
and I went straight to the beach,
our sweet romance never made it to the news,
long ago when I loved you,
and I missed you even harder,
when we were writing the best love story,

but one day you received five stars all the way from heaven,
your lines shined so bright,
they outshined NYC lights,
you changed my world,
in free dance,

and if you never left me we could have written the best poem ever,
if you never left the town we could have made a masterpiece,
when my teardrops went dry you made me drop waterfalls,
and when I grasped hope you made it escape like steam,
I clearly recall it all,
I remember every line,

we could have made a revolution,
but you ****** it up.

You hypocrite,
you were talking **** all day and you almost said you love me,
kind of ironic,
because that’s what I wanted to tell you for ages before,

I am what I am,
I’m see-through in my mirror,
which I call the sparkling sextant with the view of the sea,
hidden beauty for V.I.P.,
(that means no one),

you are see-through like glass,
even your brown eyes,

you’re closer to the sun than I am in astronomy,
it has effects honey,
you are who you are and now I know it,
after I said I love you in vain,

whatever,

let me finish what I’ve started in early 2018,
which is enhancing the worst in me,
so I become top tier being,

something you think you are but you’ve never loved someone,
like I loved you,
and you just don’t know

anything.

A colorful life,
something I’ve never known before,
only the shades of blue,
which can get repetitive after a while,
but one day I found you,
and you painted me wholly in yellow,
like the rising sun is
between palm trees in Montana Ave,
Santa Monica sunrise,

you’ve done so many things sweetie,

you replaced the wallpaper on my soul’s walls with a new one,
turning the landscape behind my window into an oil painting,
it’s because of you N.,
you brought new hues into my boring world,

and you know what?

I was wondering lately how would I look like if I were a painting done by you,
I’d probably be writing poetry on my sunbed,
and in the distance there would be the sun going to bed,
but I wouldn’t be gone by moonlight,
I’d maybe bathe in the cool water after dark,
so many places where I would possibly be,
and all those things I would do,

and it all thanks to you.

Oh God,
it hurt like **** when I saw you downtown,
just why,
was I in the right place and the right time?

turns out the finish line can run as agile as you,
you chase,
you race,
you have a goal which keeps going away,
you waste
your time,
but that is fine,
because it’s better to bloom forever,
then become a flower and go dry,
the following day,

I try not to cover the sky with those illusions,
so I go and lie on the beach,
(on three beaches)
and when I’m not,
I wear my earphones in my garden,
Norman ******* Rockwell! is playing,
the sun is descending,
sinking at a pace,
with a purpose,
in style,
just exactly how I live,
how I rip calendar pages off,
thinking how well days go by,
in my forever quiet town,
aside from the city lights,
where I bloom peacefully,
without pursuit,
expecting nothing from tomorrow.

Your warm embrace is the sweetest melody,
a perfect cure for my natural malady,
the desired land,
the lighthouse,
the verve born from being in your hands reach,
be here forever,

keep my photosynthesis going,
you are the softest piano ballad made,
you are the air,
an exotic butterfly,
which I caught with a casual bug net,
on my meadow,
by the lake,

I caught you once,
I won’t lose you easily,
grasping you tightly like you’re all I have,

and I don’t have much on mind lately,
I just daydream,

heaven comes down after sunrise,
on the bigger patio,
oranges,
coffee,
and bread.

What on Earth is happening?
is it a sunrise,
or a sunset?
try to find beauty in this astronomical disaster,
the eclipse ended,
it feels like Sunset,
or not...
it feels like Roswell,

what am I doing?
just trying to stay highly protected from this detrimental radiance,
seven killer shots before I performed my first ever rain dance,
and what are you doing?
absolutely nothing,
because you ceased to exist as a result of my unending prayers,
you’re unknown to me,
like an alien,

you’re the unidentified walking object to my inside dependable radar,
diamond doesn’t shatter apparently,
mine did,
and it’s working,
it feels otherworldly like I am on a different planet in space,
three stars,
no rain,
starlit wasteland named after my savior,
and a poem titled ‘Feels like Roswell’,
this took a bizarre turn,
on the spacial turnpike,
difficulty spike,
caramel flavored life,
distorted lullaby,
Elizabeth’s stare,
rocky land,

distortion in time and vision at once,
my world is upside down,
my sad baby found me,
how?
****, I’ll ask the stars;
meditation leads to war with the shiny archipelago,

the neon pink flamingo,
void I don’t avoid,
New Mexico,
Roswell is real and breathing,

triple sunset,
what on Earth is happening?

a round year has passed and still no sight of you,
i’ve changed my path and picked the shorter avenue,
i died inside but managed to gather some health back,
i dyed my hair blue but this time with a reason,

it’s the past where i want to stay,
moving forward doesn’t equal victory,
it’s here where i want to reside,
healing back could foreshadow oasis,
but not just a single harbinger i’ve been sent,
ended the same way as always,
every call from you that i picked,
ended the same way as always,

so i cut me off,
i set the rules now,
may the summer last forever,
i spread my wings,
after years have passed,
soon maybe i’ll get to fly,

against the wind,

hope is a deceiver of fools very often,

but i have this strange wish to fly,

where no one’s ever been.