Love does not grow on trees
like apples blossom from them
nor does it fall from the sky
like rain in Cherrapunji where
the clouds are constantly crying.
Dreamer, your palms are open
but your eyes have not shed
a single stone. The universe had love
custom-made to hurt, and if it doesn’t
then something is wrong.
Alas boy where are you manners?
Treat love as you would your food;
chew slowly and savor all its flavors.
Weather the storm….
Like the earth and moon
I am covered
with craters and scars.
That is not something
I need to be saved from.
One of my most favorite things to do 💋
There is no ideal world for you to wait around for. The world is always just what it is now, and it’s up to you how you respond to it.
THE HARD WAY
I learned that people can easily forget that others are human.
Sleep heavily and know that I am here with you now. The past is gone, and cannot harm you anymore. And while the future is fast coming for you, it always flinches first and settles in as the gentle present. This now, this us? We can cope with that. We can do this together. You and I, drowsily, but comfortably.
I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’
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