Memories like jelly fish are kissing my brain to be enveloped to your home.
The sunlight outside is not as shiny as your eyes. The folds of light kiss my forehand like you used to.
Life has been strange. Stranger than the new born grass in the fields of our mind. New shoes are bought but our feet remain the same.
As you slowly wade through the thoughts of life(stream), I hope you find an island.
When you finger through words, masturbate often to poetry.
Life will find you in so many ways, I hope you’re ready when it crashes in your face and say ” Hello, where have you been ?” .
Nourish her, she is your momentary god.
Between the lines of her forehead, I hope you find the meaning of life.