It lingers.

I will try to heal my bruised heart if this really is it… if this is the end of our story. Your silence: it lingers.

Written while watching ‘How to Become a Tyrant’ on Netflix

Have faith my loves
Every dictatorship comes to an end
The once proud ruler
Who cares for not but power
Yes people fell
Keep falling
For those sentiments
Of manifest destinies
But after the madness takes hold
It is not the end
Brainwashing does not make the men brain dead
People can be made to see the light
Like the lost children indoctrinated by the Nazis.
People are not at base value evil
Or barren of ethics
‘People love to be ruled’
No…
I think people love to live
And be free
And once we figure out how
Just imagine
That sun kissed day
Where we can all look out at the sky
And not fear an unexpected
Downward spiral
But instead
Just enjoy life.

So far

My heart beats

And honey

You’re so far

Too far to hear it

The beating drum

Synchronized to your breath

The flicker of your eyes

And every twitch of your lips.

Untitled, October 4, 2021

And honey

You’re so far

So far

And yet

And yet.

To my younger self

This love… it won’t get easier but your heart will build a wall around itself. It will harden. The bitterness won’t consume you but rather become a dull ache. You will become numb to the constant disappointments… the love though will last.

am I just a sunflower and you the sun?

I’m not strong enough to say goodbye… even though each time you fail to keep your word should teach me that no matter what you say I am not really your one and only. You just want me to adore you always. You do not seem interested in being here… so here I am. Like a sunflower and you like the sun. So much distance between. I turn my gaze to you always but like the sun is untouched by the sunflower’s constant turning towards it… so you are with me.