One day I'll hope to meet
one whose mindset is like my own
and will carry me
to a place where our fears are enhanced but
we're utterly fearless.
We'll fall asleep and have the same dream
and encounter them face to face
while the North Star shows where home really is
but we're too young and too foolish to believe what we see.
AndIi'll ask, "Where are we going? Where does this path you lead take our souls?"
You never answer for you know
I hate to love
surprises.
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Shut Your Eyes (February 2011 - August 2011)
PoetryI'm like an actor who forgets his lines because of stage-fright. I can't trust myself. So let my writings speak for my heart and for my head, let them say the words I can't say aloud. This is all I've got, since being quiet and contemplative hasn't...