She likes to believe we are all writers. Maybe not the way the ink touches papers, but the way we write our lives as if they will be remembered long after we pass away. Some choose to be heroes while others choose to be villains, but she says she thinks the greatest adversary is not the evil characters chosen, but the time in our lives when we stop and pause and suddenly we do not know what should be written next- our writer’s block.
She says not knowing where to go next or what road to travel is the hardest road to travel.
You swore me the stars
but all I’ll ever want are
the ones in your eyes
Have you ever felt like your wings broken or clipped away? And you roam the world endlessly finding your place when in truth you already knew that you don’t belong on the ground, because your place is in the clouds, in the marvelous blue sky.
I must have known you
Maybe from here or from when
We were halves of whole
We were meant to end fallen and we knew it all along
Like the love we said will stay long after we sleep
Left even before you told me goodnight, and all I saw
Was your figure clouded by tears when we said goodbye
We knew we were a fragile vase on an edge of a table
Waiting to fall and break at the slightest move
And every fragment meant to cut loving hands that
would collect and assemble us back to who we were
You can hide me but not the broken lines that will show
Who you were, who you are like reflection staring back
And before we leave completely, will you be who you are?
Will you love all you can, and love who you want to love?
If you need to know, I have never been more alive than when
I was with you, and we’re parting ways with my heart in your palms
And I’m afraid to walk back in our loop that haunted me
Now say, I’ll see you again but not the way we used to
So close your eyes and sleep without me
They say the night is long and lonely, so I wrapped myself in
Thick blankets to get a feel of the warmth we’ve lost
And I’ll close my eyes as I struggle to sleep without you