i do things for you because i love youyou do things for me because you love mewe do different things for each otherfor nothing but the same reason we let our hearts fillwith intentions pure this is the way we turndarkness into lightand night into dayby lighting each other’s wayout of the darkest of forests

if my life were a fairy talewould you read it?with a castle and a kinga princess and a queenwith witches and magicin which even the devilmay appear(sometimes) if my life were my lifebut only written differentwould you pick up its bookand flick the pages one by one? or would you leaveit lying on a shelfall … More Poem | fairytale

i used to have a headfull of stories leadby relentless imaginationunlimited destination yet all has faded paleby this wonderful new talefor it rings not false but truethat my finest story is you

darknesstoys with my inner joyimprobable meets futile escapethe only way out is to go all inbreak through for a breakthroughengulfed in bright red poppy flowersi let my inner storm build a way outto form a way in forsunlight

i could filllibraries with theincessant words thatmy inner voicesuse against me but i chooseselective reading overself-damaging novelsand keep authoringpersonal fairy tales

have i stumbled upon your blindest spotor did you mean for me to find youstalk you and dwell behind youkeeping my eye on your every moveto remain your eventual life linebiding my time beforeyou let me reel you back in? whichever way you want itwhichever way you’ll goi will patiently follow yourbreadcrumbs

sweet surrenderpeaceful blissletting my heart ridealong the intentions ofthe wind waving mywhitest flaglay myself down atEarth’s uncompromising feetlet go

effortfully climbing asteep mountain pathi sit down for a rest withthe sun leaving a warmimpression on my back asmy nose tickles the deadof night while i patientlyawait the inevitable turnof events so i can reach mycastle summit