yellow flowers

my space is full of yellow flowers 

of red roses and spices

of little hands and huge hearts 

of boys just learning to be boys 

my space is full of little paws 

of pink hair and nude nails 

of white memory stones and books and paintings

and bags bought to be kept in feelings of youth inside its layers. 

if

If I am too tired to fall asleep, 

If I would have called you again in the evening, just to hear your thoughts. 

If I know I already may miss you for the days that passed and the days to come.

dots and fireflies

lack of alignment to my rationale 

lack of allignment to already 

connected dots.

dots that lead nowhere. 

dots that follow no path.

dots that have a way of building a bridge in between. 

but dots that are best seen in the dark.

surrounded by fireflies. 

the snow that passed

leave it

in the snow 

leave it where it hurts the most

at the 7th minute 

that never fully passed 

but never really was meant 

to be lived. 

rebel socks

wet socks into the night 

my infinite eyebrows raised into the sun 

I get to clean the horizon 

I get to make my way into the light 

filled with sins by action or by thoughts

filled of sins without repent as they represent my soul 

my loving full of laughter and light

soul 

as part of my soul. 

rebel and unrepentant. 

gelosy

gelosy that should never be 

gelosy that makes the soul weak 

gelosy that enables low vibration

of the mind.  

gelosy that sometimes touches my nails 

and very much annoys me. 

your thoughts

Away. 

I wonder if your thoughts come to meet mine. 

I think not.

I wonder if there is a mathematical argument you would not win. 

I think not.