That specific time in between
Having fun and living in a routine.
The time when you let yourself go.
Not worrying about the future.
Nor the past.

Just the present

When do you know when you're all grown up?
Does someone send you a letter
Or does it come in a dream
Maybe it takes a knock to the head to realise it

I am stuck in between an age of
Wanting to grow older
Yet stay this young forever

Quite a pickle, ain't it?

I started with nothing.

No father.
No rich life.
No fancy car.
No perfect body.

All I had was love.
All I knew was love.

And love was enough.

But now, I've lost most of that love.

People I loved that I'll never get back.
Opportunities I've wasted that I'll never get back.
Relationships I foolishly past by that I feel like I'll never get back.
People I've met that I'll never see again.
Things I've done that I'll never do again.

Everything I loved I've let ruin itself or ruined it myself.
Or worse,

I stood by and did nothing while the worst things took place.

And I have no one to blame but myself.
And I feel like I have no love left.

Because I just stood by like a fool,
And did nothing.

And now nothing is all I deserve...

Sometimes, I have a strong urge to write;
One fleeting thought in my mind,
Eager to become a poem on paper.
At times, I am able to calm it down,
Save the thought for later;
But often comes the moment,
When the vessel is full,
Brimming with words,
Longing to ink the paper,
And become sentences.
I can feel the quiver of my heart
As I reach for the notebook.
The grip at the pen,
More confident and firm.
That's what happens to me,
When I sit down to write.
How about you?
**Do you feel it too?

I simply can't remember
When my brain was given a label
By letters and numbers
Of all things

So everything my brain says
Which happens to be my thoughts
Is simply going to be turned into a letter
Boy, don't I feel special

Bold, striking figure
Piercing, unblinking eyes
Staring across the eternal sea