Even if I lived a thousand years I would not find the words to describe the beauty of a kind and happy smile.

Am I the only one who wonders,
what ants do all the time?
When they walk seemingly without a pattern,
do they know where they are going?
What do ants think of us, do we scare them,
or are we not importand enough to care about?
How do they communicate?
Can they be sad?
I keep thinking about the ants?
Do they ever think like this, about the flies? Or spiders, or butterflies?
Who will ever know...

Not a girl nor a boy but still a person.

when I fall will you be there to catch me?* I asked.
yes was your reply.
-sorry- not yours.
I mistook the floors reply for yours.
You only laughed.
No, seeing you falling is much more fun you said.
From then on the floor and I were closer than you and me.

I told you that you were like the stars and the moon to me.
That you were the sun lighting my day.
I told you that I loved you.
And all you said was...
The sun is a star
Your voice flat.



Then a smile broke trough on your face.
I love you too.
Was what you said.
You told me you could see the stars in my eyes.


From then on the night sky was a symbol of our love.
And the sun stood for our friendship.
Our undying love, passion and friendship.

Thank you my love.
My moon.
My stars.
My sun.

Somewhere between sane and insane dwells the lonely poet's soul.

I want to fall in love.
And want someone to return that love.
I want someone to love.
Someone who will be my light.
In this world of dark thoughts.
Someone who will be there.
Someone who will smile at me and laught with me.
I want to fall in love with someone and I want this person to return my love.
So we can both be happy,
together.

tell me...
tell me this isn't real...
tell me he aint gone...
tell me I will see his smile again...
tell me...
...please...
tell me...
that losing him was only a bad dream.

How much do we do to keep our minds occupied?
How far do we go?
Where do we stop?
How much more can we do not feel the pain in our hearts?
When will be our lookinf away, our hiding the end of us?
How long can we keep living like this?
How much more can we take before our worlds finaky colaspe.
And we will have to think and feel.
I fear we can't keep going on like this forever.
keeping our minds occupied so we won't think about what truely matters.

Am I loosing myself?
Or did I years ago?
Is that why I feel so empty inside?