Here we go again

Here
But invisible.
Trying to be helpful,
But "annoying"
Trying to chat about honestly,
Anything.
But you answer briefly and scroll.
Here we go again.

Words

Words,
What do they mean?
They could say one thing,
But mean so much more...
Or even less.

Words,
How we hang onto them,
As they dangle by a string.
We live by them, hope by them,
Swear by them nonetheless

Hanging on to a moment

The distant sound of birds chirping,
The rustle of tree leaves whisper to me.
The sun hangs high in the sky,
And a warm breeze tickles my face.
I pause, and instantly release any tension I hold.
This moment, will not pass me by.

Ray of Sunshine

I wonder,
If sometimes,
You don't even realize you're a ray of sunshine,
In somebody's world.

Alchemist

I am an Alchemist,
You are an Alchemist...
Don't let the world fool you with its disillusion.
Many simply fear the power within.

You have the power to create, to make, to change, to birth
Whatever you wish.

Take that pain, and turn it into strength.
Take that disappointment and mold it into clarity.
Take that self-doubt and slowly shape it into your beautiful, shining, self-worth.

And babe... if you do one thing with your alchemy...
Turn this fucking chaos into a revolution.

Thoughts for now

Indefinite uncertainty is beautifully chaotic

Berries and a Dream

You walk into my kitchen and I start frantically picking things up and putting them where they belong. 

You open the fridge and pull out a carton of berries and start placing them in your mouth. 

You continue to browse the shelves of my relatively empty fridge. 

"You must be starving," I say, not sure of what I can offer you other than some green beans and vegetarian sausage 

"Yeah, I am pretty hungry," you take exactly those two items out.

I reach for a pan out of the dishwasher, and place it on the stove. 

As I reach for the green beans, 

You grab my wrist gently and turn me towards you. You give me this look as if i need to slow down and drop into the moment. 

I inhale, pause, exhale smile.

Your eyes are comforting and inviting. 

You gently touch my lips and slowly turn back to the carton of berries. 

You feed me one. 

It is the perfect balance of sweetness and tart. 

You then feed me a gentle kiss, as you pull me in by my hips. 

The moment our lips touch, I wake.

Surrounded by four white walls, so familiar, yet haunting.