I must’ve been on 1000 first dates

Seen so many sights for free

With relatively good company

The boy in high school who sat with me after class (if you’d even count that)

Or the one before him who took me to the showcase and we held hands.

There was that one kayak guide who gave me a special tour of the caves and the coves

And the boy in the band who liked me first, little did I know.

That g...

I am made entirely of flaws

Stitched together by good intentions

Like the pretty pieces of all your ugly dolls

Sewn together, no resemblance

A new toy you put in your room

Reminding you of all the things

You wanted to forget

But I’m hoping you’ll see my new beauty

And it’ll make you smile

I hope you see me happy

Cause my tears are never crocodile

And I hope we’re only laughing

So you’ll want ...

Memory breathes

Automatically recording

The moments of life

We may forget

Or remember

Like a breath

Some are deeper

Or smaller

But still part

Of the bigger picture

Taking in the vision

Absorbing what may come with it

And consequently

Breathing out

Something it replaced

Smell the roses

Blow out the candle

Smell the emotions

Blow out the battle

We breathe, just as memory does

And stop,...

What is it

To be sorrounded by all those that you love

In the place you’ve learned to love so much

But in your time of need

In the time you long for a hug

For that shoulder to so freely cry on

You don’t know who to call?

To be deprived of comfort

Even though you seem so comfortable

To be scared of what’s next

Even though you seem to love your life.

What is it

To feel like you should love t...

We walked down the cliff

Treaded carefully through the rocks

One hand holding the ridges on the left

The other swinging around to find balance

We reached that beach

The one Charlie led us to

After coves of rock

We found the one of sand

With its own little jungle of trees

Our own little world for sometime

The sun was beaming

An occasional drizzle

As per usual on the island of Kauai

We swam, we ...

I’m on the way to you,

Finally.

10 years ago, when we were just kids

When we were just 2 kids, in love

And we had thought we’d never be apart,

I never would’ve imagined that there could be a world in which I didn’t see you

I didn’t talk to you

Or hear about your stories and your accomplishments

In which I didn’t hug you

Or feel you

A world in which I didn’t know you.

But here we are, 10 years late...

What is art?

Art is up for interpretation

Art is decided by its creator

Art is who makes it, not what it is

Art is what it is, regardless of who makes it

These are all possible answers

So many of us are looking at this work of “art” in the middle of the room

All of us thinking something different

Or many of us thinking something that is the same

Art is art when one person looks at it and s...

It’s a scary world

The one we live in

But you,

the space that you are,

Makes it a little more bearable.

It gets tiring, to search all the time

For a small sense of joy

Or for a moment of ease, that is gone before it settles,

But when I return to you

The searching stops.

Instead, I get lost

In the art on your walls

And the trinkets on your shelves

The jewelry that hangs and the photos scattered...

My favorite part of the day

Is when I get in bed

To close my eyes

Because then, I know

I’ll be seeing you soon

Our story continues now, only in my dreams

Where my mind works its hardest

To create your image

To gather your essence

From the memories that are fading away

Yet, the dreams feel foreign

Because in my dreams, we aren’t getting along

But in my memories

That’s all we did

But you...

I swore the last one was the last

I swore I wouldn’t write another

Not another about you

Or about our love

Or about how you make me feel

How you made me feel

But this, is exactly how it is

How we went from lying in that bed

In disbelief that anyone could love anyone

The way I love you

And the way you love me.

How you left me that day

Without a doubt in my head

That it would be us in the end

How w...