Wilted Words

the skies are far away, so why do I feel up close? these seas, so immense and endless, no matter how deep I dive in, I still feel like I've barely scratched the surface.  I don't quite understand my need, To reach for the stars, To fit them in my palms, To feel their particles huddled against my skin, To let their light rarefy into me. My heart beats a different rhythm now, I found myself in a foreign place, where a small decaying house stood alone, Surrounded by Eden gardens, and mesmerizing heavens it looked out of place, I took a glance through a broken window, Into a pitch black room. I still want to discover this empty gloom. Filled with darkness at every corner, with secret in every crevice, Flooded with pain, Carpeted with hurt, And painted with fear. I shouldn't come near, I should read the signs. Or listen to the howling winds , But I have stardust in my hands, Faith is embeded in my s...

They say if you wanted something hard enough that the whole universe would collaborate to make it happen. but what if you wanted someone so bad, that you sleep with their faces on your mind, and wake up with their names on the tip of your tongue? what if you wanted someone so bad that whatever happened with you, they'd be the first ones to know about it? what if you wanted someone that the thought of seeing them unhappy hurts more than stabbing daggers in your chest? none of it matters. none of all that matters. because the sun comes up every morning, the sky rains at winter, sea water is salty and you can't make someone you desperately want love you. you could try being careful with your heart, and you could lie to yourself all kind of white lies, black lies or all colored lies, but you'd still have the goofy smile on your face whenever they cross your mind. you'd still get light-headed sweet vanilla-like happiness at the thought of being with them. you...