Time flies but where to? Where do my seconds, minutes, and hours go? But in reality is the time mine, do I possess it?
No, rather
I borrow it.
I borrow this flying time
and soon I must return it

When you have nothing to do
your thoughts take over you

When I left
I thought about you constantly
within my memory there were only
images
of you
which is nothing new-
it happens often
right when things get better
I think of you
of us

I send my love letter to you as a thank you
for everything you put me through
every moment spent together
makes us stronger

I remember writing a poem about war
wasn't much of a poem
more of mixed emotions
poured out on a piece of paper
with no compass to follow
so it made no sense
and that's okay
because thoughts don't have to be
perfect
to be



important

before i wouldn't dare to imagine walking these streets alone,
yet now i somehow find solitude being on my own.

Holding me back
these excuses
robbing my brain
from moving
forward