It's not that the Universe doesn't give

we don't know how to receive

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I've contained myself for long

when all I wanted was to explode

with excitement for life & being

I understand you don't want

to witness the event

you're not comfortable

There's only been two

who are still here

I dedicate the fireworks to them

They're lifting the curtain now

Fibers covered in colour

Colours embracing light

I'd like to mouth it

Tsk

fingertips alone smack this land

I don't believe

in hunter-gatherers

and have no intellectual sub for it

So our conversation ends here

The rose I was touched with

will die

My consciousness

will keep it forever

as I cherish all go-throughs

filled to the brim with life

Let things go

Butterfly here

butterfly there

everywhere, losing count

I must be a candle

or the change itself

The conflict pit

that lives in my stomach

I put a smile there today

it changed colour

it became new conversations

So I took my shoes off

There's no antisolar point

today, yesterday

it's white up and down

But my toes are dancing

catching the comfort

of the fire stove in my heart

at home

Let's speak in such rhythm

that the most aware part

lands on the pulse

of the golden ratio - the wrist

Tell me how rare

something is

so we can hoarseness

each other to seeing

the other way

I need you to come over

and remember with me

the Tuesday

before the Big Bang

Your self-love is what

I'm after. I need you

to know, you have to

I'll love myself, too, till

we're both there and

the strings are torn

in joy 

Morning winter glow 

in the sky

in the fireplace

Then kids awake

"Several of [Toulouse-Lautrec's] works were lost in the move; the next tenant used them to fill holes in the ceiling."

Write me a book

about evolution

of self-worth

I'd like to explode

all excitement for life

in front of you

It will never end

I'll sort it for you

and connect the giggles

Get high on love with me

There is a spider on your head

it weaves stories on your mind

Quite sticky, wouldn't you agree 

I sport mine around like he's a king

Clouds fell to the ground

from a great faraway

and brought the smell

of Turkish delight here

into this cold play