Silence

 In the right eyes, your silence will be understood.

Peace

 Some folk wake up and choose violence. Others choose peace. Some stop finally, after a whole day of inflicting violence... Others sleep in peace.

Saved

 And in the end, nobody showed up for you. 

Nobody called you back when you needed someone. 

Nobody responded to your messages, or your cry for help. 

Do you know why? 

Because it was only you , who was going to save yourself. 

What didn't happen made room for what was meant to. 

You saved yourself. 

Happiness

 There aren't enough opportunities for happiness in this world. 

If you find it, or find someone, hold onto them. 

Genuine, heartfelt happiness is so rare. 

Clouds

 If I had a choice between looking up or down forever, I would choose up. Forever lost in the blueness of the sky, deciphering shapes in the clouds. 

Blossoms

 Bittersweet melancholy 

Something so sweet yet fleeting 

Hold onto this

It's only for a moment

This beautiful fragility

It's come again and it'll go

See it

Speaking from the heart

Trying to tell you 

That it is a delicate balance of

Beauty and fragility 

Rooted in nature 

Of life unfolding

Crazily Deeply

 I love you and that's the greatest truth.

Don't ask me for any other truths.

Don't test me.

But just know that

I love you as deeply and crazily as I do. 

Break

 Did you know that I write to you? 

Mhm, every night. 

You didn't know that, did you? 

Yep, I write and tell you what I feel within.

 I tell you about things that you don't want to hear about anymore. 

It's my way of keeping things hidden.  

Hidden from words that you'll say that will hurt me. 

Hidden from you because you like to break things.

Silence

Silence is not golden.

Silence is loud.

Silence tells me nothing and everything.

I don't know what to think, when I know you are thinking too much. 

It's not personal? Then why does it feel like it is? 

Soft

Let his heart remain soft. 

Let a soft corner be for me. 

Let him know I tell the Moon about him. 

And what he means to me. 

Nothing Would Make Sense

 

If you stopped talking to me, if you told me 'No more'...I wonder what would happen?

I would miss you in my day, that's for sure. I wouldn't know who to talk to, who to tell things first, who to rant and ramble to about things that upset me. I wouldn't be able start my day without your 'Good morning' and I would be restless at night, because I haven't said 'Goodnight'. I would probably stop taking photos of my messy hair and silly face poses, because who would I send them to? Things wouldn't seem funny and warped any more, because nobody else would get that humour. Your tee-shirts wouldn't feel the same. My phone would not ping. I wouldn't know who to ask, when I don't understand things. 

And nothing would make sense. 

A piece, a person, you...would be missing. 

Silly

 I asked him if he would do it for me, peel my pomegranate. 

He didn't respond. 

Well, as you can see...

It then was a blood bath. 

Silly Man. 

Pangaea

 "Is that all there is?"

"About 300 million years ago, all of these were connected, 'Pangaea'. 

"Pangaea?"

"And they say that in about 600 million years time, Pangaea will form again"

"Great! I'll walk over to visit you then".

Connect

Life, death, friends, family, online and real offline connections.

What do we take to be real? We like to think that our online connections are our "friends".

Are they really? How useful is being virtual when you really need someone? When you need someone to hug you, sit with you, physically be there - do you have that?

What is vital are real, tangible connections. The ones where we can physically reach out and touch someone. Check on people. You don't need to wait to notice if they are quiet. Reach out and ask how they are, and more importantly, after that - wait, and listen to their response. And when you hear that they don't sound a 100%, hone in on them and be with them.

Yes life is short, and unpredictable, but are you going to wait until that person isn't around anymore to then write about how good they were as a person? Are you then going to say to yourself, I should have been there for them?

Be with them now.

Life is busy but we need to make time. Prioritise. Know what is important. Your connections, real connections are important and they are now.

Parallel

 In another Universe, you tuck my hair behind my ear and kiss my nose. I stand up on my tiptoes and snuggle into you. 

Broken

 What did I do wrong? Where did I go wrong? Why is all this happening to me?

Have I done injustice to someone? an indiscretion, a fault?

Did I take someone's right, and that is why this is happening to me?

Is this a test, that I seem to be failing badly?

Is it a test to see if my heart can snap in two?

Is it trying to see if I will stay sane?

I don't know how much more my heart can endure.

And this well of tears, when will they dry?

When will they say, "Look at her, we've broken her. It's enough, she's broken. She has had enough. Let's stop and let her pick up her pieces. 

Let's see what is left of her."

 

I swear...

 

A day of pin drop silence.

The Ocean's roar so loud that I had to stop and think.

I talked about you to the water, the sky, the shells I picked up 

and to my Dad. 

Beat less, beat slow.

Let me take a deep breath.

Let me close my eyes and see you again.

With my hand on your beating heart, 

I swear...

I missed you.

Deeply

 I'll never give up the part of me that loves so deeply. No matter what you say or think of me, I will not make my love mediocre. 

Torture

When she overthinks, she harms herself. She will remember everything. She will go over everything, again and again. She will remember words and indiscretions. She will remember how you reacted when she needed reassurance. She will bury herself in evidence. She will make her heart hurt. She will not want rationalisation. She will not listen to you or anyone. She will prod the wound again and  again until she bleeds. Until she's in pain again from her own actions, tortured by her own mind. It'll kill her one day, you'll see. 

Sorcery

I look for him in everyone I meet. 

I look around the room to find him. 

I know he is not here. 

He cannot be and yet I still look for him. 

What craziness is this, Mind?

Why do you play tricks on me? 

Why do you get your hopes up, Heart?

Please beat slowly and steadily. 

You are his home -and  he lives within me. 

And still I hope for magic that he may suddenly appear.

Sorcery.