there is a truth along all paths
a piecing together of life

a jigsaw is slowly solved
a knowing deep within all spheres

setting out once again
a new perspective takes shape

the union of simplicity
a way to be, a way of love.

I miss the days
where our final kisses
were to bid each other goodnight,
not good bye.

amor tardius occidit
We should have
been so much
more.
Now we're just a torn
page
in a finished book.
The memories are
fading,
but the pain still lingers.
I still smell you on
my fingers.
I still taste you on
my tongue.
Love kills slowly;
a backward glance from
an invisible god.
I'm a bird that sings,
but cannot fly.
I'm the ticking of a
clock.
A rocking chair.

tick

tock...

mental illness is the
most expensive thing
i've ever owned but
never wanted

She was a torn tapestry,
A picture of indecision
As her life hang
In the balance—
A decorative plate,
Watching itself shatter
In the dormant hallway—

i smell your scent,
like mangoes
i tasted them,
unripe & sour.
But I like it.

how i missed those
people who planted
little seeds in my heart.