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 comes to me. 

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. 

a story

in the little canoe that drives my thoughts 

where sups and infinite cords around my heart are issued into the sunset 

there 

it lies a small box

inside the box 

A letter of scholars and thieves 

about a snail that never bothered

that knew life by the drops of rain 

in the afternoon 

it is the story of the snail that sometimes 

people forget in their so called importance. 

facts of life

I take a sip of truth and I give it to the sea 

I caress your smile from the distance. My little stars in my ears are whispering facts of life. 

Small facts of life, that I enjoy. That I get to remember years after, drinking tea, in a tea shop, surrounded by books and colors. 

I have painted my life as I wished to.