Journal Entry # 22 – Happiness is a Butterfly

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Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you. – Nathaniel Hawthorne

Journal Entry # 17 – Live and Learn!

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Live as you were to die tomorrow.

Learn as if you were to live forever.

                                -Mahatma Gandhi

Still Searching for My Sunset

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‘Every morn…I look up for a brighter sun,
to cast away clouds that still pursue me.

Told that time will move them forward,
patience should be a friend.

Though, all I feel as I gaze toward each daily set,
is that I am still losing both.

Journal Entry # 4 – Take it in!

Today…

‘Stop what you’re doing, and just take it in’

Foggy Love

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‘Blind must be the heart,
when there is so much colour…
all that’s seen is grey.’

Soon, I’ll be Alive

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I’m not drowning anymore,
someone has heard my voice.
Soon, I’ll be alive.

Until I See You

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 Until…I see you,
my heart will save your place.

I’ll gather the missing beats,
store them just in case.

Until I see you,
my love is forced to pace.

Until I see you,
no more does a broken heart race.

 

My Rose

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“Surrounded by you, my eyes open or closed.
Thinking of you, lost petal, my rose.
Hoping for you, to change what you’ve chose.
Wishing for you, to love me like those.”

In the Stars

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This is not who I want to be anymore,
someone with his eyes fixed to the ground,
distracted, wondering, wanting…wishing.

A glimpse of hope for this cancerous heart,
lied buried within the pitch night above.
I just had to see it in the stars.

They never stop trying,
they never stop searching,
and they never stop longing,
to be right there, together again…
…in the sky.

You and I

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What have I done but love you?
I’m not an enemy to your soul.
Covetous hearts created this divide,
while coddling indifference.
They scattered us, you and I, like pieces,
their insouciance causing abstract of what this could be.