The dusts and stains
in the corners of this room
reminds me of what my heart
once was.
...
You might ascend too far
And it might just be too late
Why do you have to look away
In such great distances?
...
I dove into the deepest crevices
the darkest part of me
Buried was the feeling
I said I will never set free,
...
In the night sky,
I see an ocean of stars.
From a distance,
I recognized a voice.
...
She sleeps with flowers tucked in her pillows
Her unicorn is yet to follow
Down in her heart she knows
She's a pigeon, dancing in the meadow.
...
Paperdolls
People
they don't come with manuals
no guidelines nor primers.
They're disembodied,
disheveled, tousled pieces
of truths and lies and hopes,
of misery and despair
of laughter and pain.
To know someone
means to create a reality
a version of who they are
it's up to you, like characters
you build in your story.
Characters we build for our story;
The story of our life.