the most merciful, the most forgiving.

and my heart weeps for all the times it spent longing for anything other than you.

for all the life-ly things it sought. 

for all the love wasted. 

my heart weeps.

for all the sins. 

all the things i strive to be.

“Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do.”

—

Apple

the pieces of me.

i am a star fish waiting on shore for the rescuing hands of the sea. 
a serendipity waiting to happen.
a hug at the airport.
a tear.

planet earth.

even though my hands are empty.

literally empty.

i own the world in a prayer. 

things to worry about.

under my skin.

until you see that crease between their eyebrows.
until you see their eyes staring blankly.
until you see their tears, falling.
until you see their color, gone.
until you see them sad.
you will never know what they mean to you.

décédé.

every now and then,
someone leaves.
every now and then.
someone you don't know.
a neighbor.
your grand ma.
every now and then.
your best friend.

soon,
not many would be left.
it gets closer.
reflect upon it.