forgotten dream

even though it felt so real.

it was just a dream.

that turned into a nightmare.

and i woke up.

but you didn't.

you eventually did.

but it was too late.

reality had already killed me.

and now you're just a forgotten dream.

but it's ok.

because i forget most of my dreams.

you make me feel like the ocean

you make me feel like the ocean.

every time i see you
i get sweaty palms,
wet like the ocean.

every time our eyes lock,
it feels like a school of minnows are swimming around in my stomach.

my heart is like a coral reef,
and every time we connect
it grows.
and as my heart grows,
our love grows.


one day
maybe
this coral reef will grow
into a giant
beautiful
plant.
and
one day
maybe
our hearts will grow
into a giant
beautiful
love.

& it will be grand.

broken crayon

when we were younger we acted like grown ups.
now that we're older we want to act like kids.

no more throwing fits.
now we actually have to deal with shit.

shit.

when i was younger i would throw broken or dull crayons away.
they were useless to me.
they weren't long enough for my hands
or sharp enough to draw good lines.
and if you tried to use them they'd end up
just breaking into more pieces.

i am a broken crayon.
i've been broken my whole life.
it started with a small crack.

now i'm broken into 2,497,183 pieces and counting.

my mom & dad never gave up on me.

i never gave up on me.

each chunk of crayon represents a part of me.
each chunk of crayon draws a different picture in my life.
some i use often.
others not.

but my crayon will never run out.

i may die.
but the broken crayon will stay
with everyone that helped me break all those pieces.

because that broken crayon makes me who i am.

color: unknown

unseen

i saw you today.

you looked towards me.

but i don't think you saw me.

you just looked through me.

time

it's 9:38 on a sunday night
& i don't know what to write about.
*9:39*

there's a billion things i could write about. *9:40*

which topic would be perfect for right now
at *9:41* on a sunday night.


time.
it feels like it's always running out *9:42*
but
time is never ending

sure there are better times to do things
*9:43* but everything is still ok.
cause time is still going.
*9:44*

the clock is still ticking
and it will never stop.

unless your clock is broken.

but if your clock never breaks
*9:45* it will never stop ticking.

time is never ending,
but it is better if we still use it wisely.

because with or without *9:46* time
we are still human
& everything we do affects us.
for the better or for the worse.

& even though time is infinite
this life is not.
so use it as you should.
*9:47*

daydreaming

Daydream: to think pleasant and usually wishful thoughts while awake.

not a day goes by that i don't daydream about you.
i am in a constant daze thinking about you.

i would say that daydreaming is a habit of mine,
but i consider it a part of me.
i consider you a part of me.
you mean the world to me.
you are my world.

i wish that we could just work out.

you seem so perfect.
i'm sure that you would beg to differ.
but you're perfect to me; through my eyes.
you're flawless.
everything about you is flawless; inside and out.
you're just amazing.

i will never stop falling in love with you.
and i will never stop daydreaming about you.