She was everything I didn't know I was looking for.

I was just singing and you didn't need to sing back - but I caught you dancing.

Are you in there? If not here, then where'd you go?They say the living are on Earth and the dead are out,But where are those trapped in-between high and low? Where exactly are you wandering about?Why would this happen to a human being? I want to curse God and call him a fake,But I am too desperate to risk ruiningThe chance he may choose to help today.

Are you in there? If not here, then where'd you go?They say the living arena Earth and the dead are out,But where are those trapped in-between high and low? Where exactly are you wandering about?Why would this happen to a human being? I want to curse God and call him a fake,But I am too desperate to risk ruiningThe chance he may choose to help today.

Just because they write something In this fontAnd break apart their linesTo rhymeTo dramatizeTo imitateDoesn’t make what they say true.And quotations marksDon’t make sentences “life conclusions.” A post, a page,A billboard, or a wallpaper—Let it swirl for a fewand if you want to spit it out,Vomit.If you want to keep it,Let it ride shotgun.But argue with it first.Debate.Don’t simply accept itBecause you mayBy accidentAccept a monsterDisguisedAs a poem.

Just because they write something In this fontAnd break apart their linesTo rhymeTo dramatizeTo imitateDoesn’t make what they say true.And quotations marksDon’t make sentences “life conclusions.” A post, a page,A billboard, or a wallpaper—Let it swirl for a fewand if you want to spit it out,V omit.If you want to keep it,Let it ride shotgun.But argue with it first.Debate.Don’t simply accept itBecause you mayBy accidentAccept a monsterDisguisedAs a poem.

Please don't ask me again what I think about.Unmask me, my friend: "What do you drink about?

Goodbyes are hard because now all I will haveIs a beloved, but incomplete form of you.You'll continue to shape and shift into a new personAnd I'll be stuck here loving an old version.

I'm tired of "come and go," but that's got to come and go.

Let us wish that the speed granted by our technologies saves us plenty of time for life ahead...Yet, where to is this destination of life that makes the observation of it so dreadful? The impatient people who rush for the new are like fools chasing a mirror, wondering whose face they’d find when they catch it. Nothing awaits us. Convenience will one day reveal that we have nowhere to go, except towards each other.