Sunday

I'm writing. This pen is beautiful. It's gliding across this journal's paper. It's sprinkling rain and a little humid. It's a little grey outside and I've got the warm light of my lamps on. These are the little things in my life that keep me soft and happy. And it's Sunday.

Stardust

I read today that soulmates are created from the same star. I love that. Humans are a combination of the elements as star. I believe this completely. I also read that it cannot be that a heart like yours, that contains so much love, will never find another loving heart to match it. You find it. You match with it. Magical. Stardust. Destiny.

Bloom

 My tree is in bloom, 

Flowers anew. 

My skies are for you...

War

 We all have stories. 

We all have been to war. 

We all protect our peace.

Lies

 A box full of conditions. Who said unconditional love exists? A lie.

Empty

A dull pain. 

Words unsaid. 

Never heard. 

A thud.

A hushed voice.

Misunderstood. 

A broken ache. 

In three

 In drops of water

In the light of the moon 

In the flight of the bird 

I look for you.