in the end we all become stories

of pen and paper

in unsent letters,

and overflowing memory jars.

like shades of pink and hues of blue

splashed across the sky

showing their colors on this canvas one last time.

I’ve opened the doors of my heart for you

Suddenly,

he found himself sitting in his chair,

peering out the window,

Silent and still.

Amidst the storms waging outside,

he found a strange peace in the passing of time,

a calm whisper of the waves crashing within him.

Perhaps,

it was in that moment least expected,

for the first time,

He met his shadow.

For it was only through his darkness,

could he see the light.

I’ll send letters to you through the stars

How strange it must be

to wander along this path,

searching for where the sky touches the earth,

only to find what we sought after wasn’t what we were looking for,

and what we were looking for, we would never find.

Perhaps we were meant to be no ones,

far from the bustling city and sparkling lights,

in a world amongst

broken branches and fallen leaves,

wandering on a path unmarked

searching for a home you can only find when lost.