Train Back Home

"Hey, looking for a train?"
"Yes, I've bought a ticket to a train back home.Could you please tell me where these trains go?"
"Well, this one goes west, that one south east, that one north, and I'm not really sure about that one."
"Thanks, that must be the one."
"But hey kid, I don't know where that train goes!"
"That's alright cause I don't know where is home."

Terminal Love

I have too much love running through my veins.
I'll drain out my life loving you.

Mother

And amid all the harshness, I know the world is beautiful.
That there is tenderness and there is love.
That they exist and are real.
Cause you are...cause you are...

The Part Of You, You Don't Own

You don't know. But, I've been stealing.
I've saved a smile of yours.
A frown from behind that desk.
Your face, your eyes, that scar.
The tilt of your head, from yesterday, at 15 degrees.
That mole on your neck.
The smell of your hair, and the wind that blew through it.
The vibrations of your voice.
A tear, and the light that shone off it.
Your walk, that walk. Your words, every word.
Your laugh, your gasp.
The way you sound when you're out of breath.
A little song you'd hummed just the other day.
That clumsy skip you made on your way.
A weird noise. A feisty reply.
A really funny, awkward goodbye.
A silly "huh?", a helpless "why?"
A stubborn "No", a silent cry
A look of anger on your face.
A look of sorrow, Of peace....
A look of turbulence, A look of hope.
And a naked look of love.
I've taken a million snapshots of you in my head.
I've recorded your every word, heartbeat and footstep.
I have exhausted my memory space with you.
And I've stolen every second I could
And saved you, in a place safe even from time.
And in this moment, this ache. It's mine.
Mine to cherish. Mine to keep.
Mine to live with.
There's a part of you, you do not own.
And This part of you...is mine.

On Being Okay

"How are you?"
"I'm ok, I'm....okay."
You know what's going on inside the man who says 'I'm ok' twice.