Ritual

Looking at the white ceiling,
Waiting to fall asleep,
Every beat of my heart says I miss you
Every brain cell scoff,
They remind me it wasn't real,
The unforgiving reason speaks up,
It points out it wasn't meant to be.
Still, the rhythm of my chest
Silently proclaims your name.
Only your name for the last half decade,
Your name said like a prayer
To a goddess that hears not
She isn't merciful, she isn't real.

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Nov. 2014

Talk to me

Have you seen, darling, how in every story plot we've ever read and watched not saying what the heart wants has brought so much trouble?
It's a superfluous example, I know, but life is art and even the most vain movie started as a spark of art.
Don't assume that your heart's whispers have been understood.
Assume, darling, that the world is blind and deaf.
Tell me loud and clear what your soul wants me to hear
I'm a child, darling, I barely know the world,
Tell me like you'd tell a child,
Weave a story that keeps my lips parted and my eyes on you.
Tell me so that our world becomes crystal clear.

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Oct. 6th/2014

Must be a dream

My feet hit the pavement making a sound that in my ears means I'm trying to go faster even as my eyes admire the fine day, sunny and fresh with a clear blue sky, the picture of serenity.

As I walk I realize I'm finally where I want to be. Three more steps will take me to the massive wooden doors that I can't wait to go through, my eyes are impatient to see her.

I grin at the sight of her in the white pristine dress that hugs her figure and falls down softly all the way to the floor.

She smiles back as she waits for me. She is wearing a dress, that's my victory; I'll say yes, that's hers... I can't walk fast enough to say I do to the rest of my life.

I have to get new and thicker curtains, I groan internally as the sun invades my room and tears me up from the soft embrace of my dreams. I turn around, on my side, wanting to go back to sleep, seeking to get more of the warmth I feel next to me but my mind is awake already and my eyes don't want to stay close anymore, not when they caught her sight.

The morning sun is kissing her face making her glow, her hair is making and abstract painting on the pillow, her delicate hands are resting under her rosy cheek.

"God, she's beautiful" I think as my mind goes back to the day she wore her white pristine dress for me, just for me.
I move away on of the strands of hair that sticks to her face, my fingers brush her skin and she opens her eyes, blinks a little. Her fluttering eyelashes sweep my heart away. Her brown eyes, almost black in this light, stare back at me as her mouth stretches to greet me with a smile.

"This must be happiness" I think as I reach for her hand trying to find my voice. Dreams do come true.

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Unknown

Standing in front of the mirror
Who is the one that stares back at me?
Looking out the window to the city lights
A thousand lives being lived
Always asking, silently shouting
Where is mine?
Floating in the darkness of the night
There's no lighthouse in sight, no guiding star in the sky
Why was mine taken away?

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