A cold and windy night.

Pitch dark,

Without a star in sight. ...

Flowers, metal, and concrete,

Blending under blue skies.

Just like people, ...

Days when little makes sense.

Lost in a world,

Where paths aren’t clear. ...

“Thank you…”

For playing with me.

Helping me feel needed, ...

And here you are.

Wrapped up,

On a cloudy day, ...

Where to go.

Right, left,

Grey or white? ...

Days when colors clash,

The sun gently shines,

Dreams refuse to lie, and ...

Trying to find one’s path,

Can be meandering, and hard.

Eyes run in circles. ...

Not so distant days.

When it was warm.

Now the sky is cloudy. ...

Adorned, elegant, awake.

Staring at unabashed fakeness,

Walking all around. ...

So often,

I’ve gazed at you.

Patient and calm, ...

Today we’re closed.

Some parts, patched up.

Others scratched, ...

Some days feel perfect.

Others seem hazy.

Some even sting, ...

One of those magical days,

When kisses taste sweet,

Rainbows brightly shine, ...

If you’d open up,

Show me your core,

Unafraid, ...

Clear moments.

When flowers bloom,

Doors stand open, ...

Random thoughts,

Flying through the night.

Meaningless, ...

Solitude and emptiness.

Inside and out.

Darkness and light, ...

Don’t know you anymore.

Not who I met,

Or remember, ...

Bubble over me.

Don’t be shy.

Stay a while, ...