The stillness.

Still, courage even though you know you might get killed.

Still, wandering around, even though you know you might get lost.
Still, lighting up fires, even though you know they will get put up.
Still, dreaming, even though you know they may never come true.
Still, falling in love, even though you got sick before.
Still, thinking, even though it got you a headache.
Still, the sun shines, even though it's been raining.
Still, dawn comes always after dusk.
Still, trusting people, even though they keep on disappointing you.
Still, knowing you can fly, even though you are not a bird. Basically.
Still, travelling in a place, even though you know it might crash.
Still, here, even though you hate the place.
Still, say the truth, even though you might be hated.
Still, happy. In a sad world.
Still me.
Still you.
Still us.

The miss-happenings.

I met you, but you say that was not you.

I imagined conversations with you, that never came true.

I wrote you something, that i will never show.

I got you a present, too.

I took us pictures, that were never photographed.

We smiled. We laughed. 

We danced to music, that can not be heard.

We flied. But that's not true. We are not birds.

We cried to speeches, that were not told. 

We bought us an island, that was never sold. 

And then, we ran to someplace that does not exist. 

The chaos of feelings.

I love you too much,
that i hate you so much.

I feel like killing you slowly.
I want to hit you hard.
Slap you.
And then, hug you.
And hug you.
And hug you, again,
And hit you.
And hold onto you.
And never let you go.

Because what possibly could ever go wrong,
if you are home?

How far my imagination, went.

I thought I only lived in my mind.

But now i know,

you  too,

lived in my mind.

I made you up.

Or did you make me, make you up?

Was i imagining you?

Why am I not convinced?

I know.

You exist.

The equation.

How much of a good person i am,
is directly proportional,
to how much bad you do me.

Are we supposed to be evil?
For us to be happy?
A question for the after life.

All i know is that,
i can not be anything, but good.
That is how i am.
And you won't change me.

The world won't change me.

Bad happenings happen,
because only then,
good happenings can happen, too.

The rainbow.

You have this urge to speak.
But you do not know what to say.
You have this urge to write.
But you are not sure, what you want to write about.
You have this urge to cry your heart out.
But you do not know what you are crying for.

All you know is that,
your heart, hurts.

You have every reason to be sad.
But instead,
today,
you choose to be a rainbow.

The DNA.

I will be stealing one of the hairs,

on your pillow.

I need me some of your DNA.

To recreate me a future generation of you.

All mine. All yours.