the first time

that made me fall in love with you 

was your hands touching mine. 

gently.

carefully.

and one day you realize that half of your life is over. maybe even two-thirds. maybe you only have 5 years left. maybe one. what would you do? I would really just wait for the day. like my whole life. this is not my life.

/ when will it be over?

When everyone thinks of others from time to time instead of just themselves. The world would be full of harmony. But then who would know what harmony means. 

//dissonance is elementary

I only tell the moon my longings,

I can only trust her, only she knows me best. Sometimes the night and the stars listen too,

but they can keep secrets.

/ others can't understand

when I saw you 

I found sense of life 

when I sleep

I meet you in my dream

In real life I dont know you yet

but I write poetry about you

If you believe in karma and that you deserve the happy end because actually you are a good soul then you will get yours. 

/waiting for my happy ending 

the world is falling apart.

who says

you have to stay focused with one place? 

maybe you should switch

to find yourself

piece by piece

slowly

but become whole 

//complete your journey