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.