I used to dream

about myself in the future.

I wanted to do so many things-

art,

music,

acting,

design,

teaching-

But now that I'm older,

all these dreams

shatter

like glass,

drifting away like

a feather

lost in a black tide.

And all I can do is

close my eyes

and let them fall

into the

void of my heart.

Sometimes you think that you want to disappear, but all you really want is to be found.

If I were a tree,
my roots would tunnel towards you.
My branches,
stretching for just one touch.

If I were a flower,
my petals would blossom at the sound of your laughter.
My thorns,
removed by the tenderness of your voice.

If I were a river,
my stream would carve for you a way through mountains.
My water,
purified by your resilient spirit.