Difficult simplicity

This was the day I forgot everyone else who mattered.

Because you said those three words, but it sounded like I'd never heard it before.
Because for the first time in a long time, I believed.

Blending machine

Time wakes up and changes everything, and all of a sudden we're a blur.
Blended in with the mist surrounding our breath.

Days like these are those that make me feel like I wouldn't mind if everything stopped right at this very moment. Because when you're faced with something this dangerous, you're too afraid to do too much, or not anything at all.
Tell me what it is that makes me want to leave things be because something this fragile can break easily.
Fear
Tell me what it is that makes me want to plunge into your atmosphere and forget everything but us.
Desire
Tell me what it is that dances to your malicious tunes, but only finds eternal bliss when the right choice is made at the right time.
A Lover.

You make me want to live, die, and live again.

Brave, inevitable fear.

One day, I will tire of those dark goodbyes, and silent lies. I will forget the wind that caressed, the child that smiled, and the chaos that loved. I will remove the beginning and the reasons tucked underneath chances. One day, I will become what you were before you realised nothing has to change if you don't want it to.

And you will come rescue me from this inevitable darkness that does not compare to your passion.

The immortal bread.

You could pick yourself up again and finally mean it when you say "I don't care".

You could also continue to hurt, because it means you knew what compassion was.

You could write down the last reason to make it last forever.

Because you had to tell everyone what you've always wanted to say.
"I finally know what it feels like to have lived, died, and lived again."

When it's time to feel happy

Every now and then, you turn around thinking you'll find what you wanted every moment to lead up to.
Every now and then, you run into the horizon and feel like reminders arrive way too late to prove anything at all.
Every now and then, you remember what it felt like to say 'Yes' when it's time to feel happy.
Every now and then, you cry.
Every now and then, you feel like you just heard the best song you've ever come across.
Every now and then, you forget the lyrics that kept you going once upon a time.
Every now and then, you die a little inside, and wonder why it feels so cold tonight.

Tonight, you'll forget all of that and simply live.

Footsteps speak.

Amazing is what you call bringing life to that heartbeat which sees what life is, and calling it your own.
Amazing is what you call letting time nurture and not forget, remember and not regret.
Amazing is what you call this love that drives everyone insane until you realise what this life is all about.
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And she whispered into delicate hearts, "Don't close your eyes now. This time, we'll wait. This time, we'll survive. This time, we'll do it all purely because I tell you it's possible."

Beautiful and Broken

Sometimes you can go your whole life not knowing what's right in front of you.
Sometimes you can be perfectly aware of what you have, and not know what to do with it.

And sometimes, you can make a million mistakes, and have a billion ways to do something about it as each second ticks by and regret begins to appear and make sardonic comments at what slowly becomes.
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She asked herself why people do the things they do, forgive and love easily, and never return what they never saw.
But she never asked herself why people let fear stop them from doing what they do, or forgiving with a heart that is too wounded to love, and close their eyes each time it's time to give.

Unanswered questions? They made her wonder is ignorance really is bliss.

Innocent, gentle, perfection.

And he'd stare her down, look her right in the soul and mutter these words that were his silent prayer.

"I know I loved you like the swan who bathed in sunlight before starry nights would discover secrets and I know I loved you like the heart of a hummoingbird that danced to the beat of silent hope. I know I loved you like the perfect window in that broken and worn out cottage that stands lonesome in the woods, like the crackpot of an elderly man who said my eyes sparkle. I know I loved you like an intimate summer's day that smelt like autumn leaves and lavender and I know I loved you like your hair under the moonlit night that we spent waving away every tragedy that ever was. And I know I loved you like the red roses tired of the tight grip exerted by nervous cold fingers, each time a date on the calendar was crossed out with a disappointed sigh.

Believe me when I say, I know I loved you like the million times I never said it. "

And meanwhile she sits a hundred miles away, dirty blond hair hiding every line on her face that held a story to be told, every inch of her skin that burned with the blurred fragments of happy endings that belonged to lost fairytales. Bittersweet, she sits gracefully.

Innocent, gentle, perfection.
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What is larger than life swallows age

And even after cold winters arrived each year with a sense of deja vu and left with stories that would be told in decades to come,
even after trips and falls were accustomed to and bruised knees were assets of their own,
even after locks of golden hair would be adorned with red ribbons stored in wooden drawers; a mark of innocence,
even after crossroads were overcome with something none other would know of except that sincere companion peacefully asleep next to her in bed,
even after frail, weak hands and wrinkled smiles hid beauty from the world but not love from wise eyes that would co-exist till the afterlife,

The vows stood strong and steady and never gave way.
And so the diamond ring shines on her finger, a solemn witness of remarkable life.
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A million times isn't enough.

For some reason, she returns to dark alleys each time to get glanced at by disappointment, and forlorn looks which she is well too familiar with. And summer sets in while they ignore the cold fingers that never gained warmth, no once until they embraced a reality of strong, hard, grips that could only strengthen what eyes never saw and what hands only slightly indicated once upon a journey.

"Love".

And it sounded like something special each time they said it.
Even though it had been said a million times over.
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The prince and the pauper

And so the pauper asked the prince:
"What would you do if tomorrow was the last day you got to say goodbye to somebody?
What would you wish for if time would swallow everything you spat upon back then?
What would you ask for if you were granted one answer for the rest of your life?
What would you say in your last sentence to she who sits far away in those dark eyes?
What would you blame the blood of the innocent and tears of the perservering on?
What would you shout out to the world in unforeseen confessions?
What would you do if it loving somebody was the only mistake you'd want to make?"

Startled, baffled, and lost, the prince walked away, head bowed with dismay and shame.
He walks, not knowing where to go, forgetting that travel was never about the destination but what you make of the journey.
And so, the prince walks.
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The Hummingbird that lived

It arrives when you least expect it, when the sounds unheard begin showing their true colours.

Slowly

Deeply

Gently

It opens its eyes to a forgotten puzzle piece, spreads its wings to touch this misjudged world.

But most of all, it makes someone somewhere be thankful to the holes in the sky every starry night.

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We break promises.

We stare at pictures.
We smile.
We burn the edges. We increase time's distance.
We acknowledge love's existence. We fold the picture. We put it in our wallet.

We forget.

But words can't be taken back. Only intention can.
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Stay awake tonight.

Somewhere in the oceans of my dreams,

you're drowning.

I wish I could save you.

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As he stared at the pool of clear rejuvenating water, he turned over to find waves cascading at the gentle toes, like they could speak, pleading for him to follow them into a land of temptations. And then he felt the cold droplets that touched his bare skin. Crystal clear drops of water from the very same place, with somewhat cutting edges, as if they could dive into his skin and yet feel like a fresh ice cube.

Ever felt numb before?

Surrealism.

I used to think you make all the difference to this world.
But the truth is, you only made all the difference to me.
Guess this is what they'd call a chain reaction. Because surprisingly enough,
I'm finally making the difference I've always wanted to make.
And its all for you.
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She'll take a bus down and sing folksongs as we go along.
He'll bang on the drums in a caravan on a lonely road.
She'll stare into the cowboy's tired blue eyes, and tell him they sparkle.
Even though they don't.
He'll chew on some old bread and make holes in the old tablecloth.
She'll go out for dinner and wish on a shooting star.
He'll turn around and ask her what she wished for. But they'd refuse to tell each other.

Because both of them wished it wasn't all a lie.
Both of them wished that moments we smiled for had always been real.

Strike out

I want to ask you to take me away from here to a place I've always wanted to go.

Take me away and bring me to the horizons we'd fantasize about.

Take me away so that we can dream about flying through the skies and roaming free.

But the thing is, I can't find you.

Where are you?

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Sometimes we let memories sustain us till reality catches up.

And so I wait.

It's not simple, or is it?

Sometimes all you have to do, is just look closely to find what you never expected.
But sometimes what you never expected is what you've been wanting all along.
All you have to do is just look closely.
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I find myself repeating the words I'd say to you, and what you'd say to me.

I'd always think

I don't know what we're doing in this crazy universe right now.

But you're out there, I'm out there, and we just can't seem to find ourselves.

That's why we're so caught up in finding each other.

That's why you still don't fill up all the space left in my heart.

That's why you feel like sweet sugar gum drops that lie beneath my world.

That's why our roads are going to cross some day.
And I wanted to let you know that I can't wait.

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I had to find you.

Sometimes, all you have to do is take a second to breathe.
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Let's Drive.

You don't know what you're doing.
That's alright. We all don't.
But there has to be a reason why we're here doing what we're doing.
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