“I’ve been quiet most of today. By which I mean I can see myself in the mirror; And believe me it is something hard to look at these days.”

I’m a drunk poet; and I guess maybe I sipped too much of what I couldn’t buy of her.

I held my breath underwater and felt surrender in my lungs; maybe this too counts as love.

And when the cold comes, I swear I can feel her in my bones.

Today I can see the cracks on the wall they’re visible; but I can tell they are finding their way to soil, And so am I.

Maybe water is not entirely lost when soaked into sand. Maybe it finds a better resting place to call home; and I hope she did too.

All through the depression, I was the soft toy in the hands of a baby with sharp teeth.

After healing I’ll run back to her – of course this poem demands a brutal ending!

It is my dying wish to travel around the world; to feel this hurt in a slightly different way!

Sometimes even in pain we smile to the world until we think we’re dying.

The broken worlds we hide inside; that’s how we start to die!

Most days missing her is my only choice between death and dying.

Often times the language is different; by which I mean, I love her, and it’s the only stammer I’ve ever known.

I’ve seen it, I know it too; love still dances in the fire after the rescue.

I forget how our story started; but these days I’m finding the missing pieces behind every exhale, where I left the words standing with sore feet.

I can feel the dust of her skin in my skin; and I think maybe that means these bones of mine have grown weary of crying too.

This ‘missing you’ It begs for water; it cries your name.

I believe the ashes of my past life were stepping stones to becoming free.

She believes in a wonderful world where unicorns exist. That’s why she believed in you.

I didn’t believe in love anymore but I do believe in us.

A wise man apportions his beliefs to the evidence.

I don’t believe in taking right decisions. I take decisions and then make them right.

People still believe what they read is necessarily the truth.

“We don’t know anything” and believed that this was the most important philosophical truth.

Believe in your dreams, because if you don’t, nobody will.