when u go to take a picture
you're truly taking it away
the meaning
the being
the matter and the mind
what you think you're taking now
is what you lose within

so use your eyes as lenses
the dimensions seem to focus
as you observe the beauty
of the real
avoid the false enjoyment
the madness of imagery

Love is an illusion
everything is fake
you make your own reasons
to give and to take

before the beginning
were the thinkers,
the thoughts,
the ideas,
the great imaginations.
before the beginning of time,
life as we know it,
the story of our being,
came the authors of the world.
who may the be?
for centuries upon centuries people have discovered the ideas,
words that have been granted the representation of existence,
the gospels of our truth.
however, fooled we must be, as the authors of our world remain a fraction of an individual imagination.
history and fate only share such in common,
and so the authors of our world have intended all of this
as we live our lives, the ones we have been gifted by them,
the authors,
and so they say "Maktub",
it is written.

the fear of knowing
can be disguised as
a mystery
unsolved,
untouched,
as doubt infests our immediate reactions
it is i do believe
inevitable-
wonder
consumes the mind,
a wonder of its own

"Quoting Tennyson?"
She asked.
The After-Thought.
The first time she had ever spoken to me
Other than the imaginary conversations we had all put aside in a file titled HER in the back of my mind.
I knew I loved her when my eyes caught hers, a first glance, like one of those slow motion hallway scenes in an 80s movie. That was it.
So here it is.
This is the story of a girl who broke my heart.