The fires of my desires Burn my heart deeply
Where that same pain can Free me
There's so much within me
I'm trying to send a letter To universe
I pray to stars to make My soul whole
That brings me the bliss To my entire goal
Look at the universe to Keep me grounded
Cause it helps me see the goodness & beauty
Of the world I'm surrounded...

remarked on embarked
around the corner stucked
as strong as an ox
willing to think outside of the box
let alone culture
we all live in different cities
yet accuring under the same sky!

Saw it unfold before my very eyes

But it happened too quickly for me to wrap my life back up into the neat little box it was packed in

Inside this box are but three things
--a ruler, a boxing glove, and kite string.

Because I never could keep my sordid
life straight.

Because I never did learn to fight my
own battles.

Because I never will soar as high as my smallest dream.

Why do I have them in the first place,
you might ask?

I just love reminiscing.
I'm a sucker for nostalgia,
even if it's over my own failings.

listen to the distant
echoes
of your
nostalgia;
all that
remain of your
dreams are compressed into
orbs of light,
carefully placed inside
an empty box;
leave your house and search the
idle sands of time for me,
x marks the spot.