From far away it may seem that things are perfect
But in reality, Nothing is perfect.
The closer you get & the more you examine, the more you can see all the small details & imperfections.
But thats what makes things beautiful
& unique.

This isn't just poetry.

When I’m gone don’t mourn for me
May my passing be a reminder
Hold every day with meaning
Don’t get so caught in the daily grind
Watch everything happening around you
Enjoy the little things
But don't let them ruin the big things
And if you ever wonder where I am
Point your eyes to the sky and you’ll find me
I will be the warmth of the sun on your skin
I will be the leaves falling from the trees
I will be the water passing down the stream
I will be the snow that touches your nose
I will be the rain gracing your cheek
So when I’m gone, don’t mourn for me
It may seem that I have left you
But really, I’m still right here
Still a part of you
A part of everything

My favorite painting

By Vladimir Kush

Some days I think about selling everything I own & going somewhere new.

One day i will die & return to the earth,
Thankful for the life I have been given.
But it won't be the end
I will still exist, just in another form.

I Don't know what I believe anymore

Please hand me a mint, because I've been sticking my foot in my mouth all day.
And if I'm going to keep saying stupid things, I may as well have good breath while doing it.

You wonder why after years of experience you still bite your tongue (hurts everytime).
And after holding it in, it sometimes slips.

That's when meanings and feelings get broken.
Water, help wash this down.
It's on my own words that I am choking.

There's reasons why I stay silent so often. Mumbled words, not very outspoken.
The message gets scrambled somewhere between my lips and my mind.

Sew this jaw shut. Just leave room to breath.