Find me.

People are always loosing things.
Objects are always disappearing.

objects are always loosing people.
people are always disappearing. 

A love so fine.

Ocean tides locked their eyes with mine. Matched the rhythm of their sighs before tossing me into the unknown abyss. These days are abyss like. I appreciate the nothingness,I sure do but I liked them even more when you let your nothingness press on me. On my arms, on my words, on my mind. 

There is a shadow of your left brain forming on my steering wheel. As if my love-balloon car still feels you sitting on the passenger seat and there are times I can hear my engine groan because it misses blowing cool air conditioned air on your prefect face.

Lets rejoice in the slowness. Before. After. In between.

Recognition.

All the rivers that seeped out of her
Flowed back to her
Through me.

Evenings gained
Afternoons gained
At the cost of our sanity.

It is obvious.
Your decisions and revisions come in the way.
In the way
Like speedbreakers
Of love.

But darling

When I am.
And you are.

Whats all this politics for?

Most of us.

I am an addict of self expression.
Creates me what I create.

I become
what becoming needs me to be.

doused and aroused by my own mind
I am a traveler
looking for a piece of stationary time.

on a mountain top.

Note to self : Patterns are everywhere. Recognize the patterns. Read the patterns.
Become aware of these 
patterns. Unlock these patterns. Unfold them. 
 Patterns hold the answers to the bigger picture. They make the bigger piture. Become sensitive to patterns in everyday life. 

A lot changes for the better.

Summer (again)

We spent away the nights

the mornings 

our pays.

We could roll down the windows 

and scream

Paper planes 

portfolios

cherry beams.

Three make one 

one made three

under the carpets

rugged 

you set us free.

Let the alien in our circumferential distances stay.

Don't loosen what is already so delicate.