Dream Life

                            No one ever really understands or tries to understand you. It was always people yelling out their opinions and voicing their advices,  which eventually led you to realize that people weren't really compassionate towards you. No one ever really hears what you say, or they never insist on knowing what you were actually feeling; it was always them just yelling out their opinions at you. Maybe this is how life is, and these are the things that actually make you understand how important it is to find your own self, be your own comfort person, best friend, healer and be all you want other people to be for you. No one is going to ask you what made you to  that , what made you react like that, why did you do  that, and most importantly, how do you feel. People are just there, not wanting to go into the depths of what you feel or how you feel, but they'll always be opinionated with wh...

                                            Do you think there is the possibility of you and I? In this lifetime, is that too much to hope for? There is something so delicate about this time, so fragile.  And if nothing ever comes of it, at least I have known this feeling,  this wonderful sense of optimism.  It is something I can always keep close to me-to draw from in my darkest hour like a ray of unspent sunshine.  No matter what happens next, I will always be glad to know there is someone like you in the world.

                           I remember when I met you,      the hands of time stood still;      you and your camera smile---      a flash of something real. We talked until evening.      the moon came out for a while;      the clock resumed its ticking      and my heart was on the dial. The morning came to calm you,      and as far as I can tell----      I will never know another,      who knew me quite so well.