Why can't I write happy poems? I've realized that we want to get rid of sadness, so we write it down. It will be immortalized in words, sure, but it's a release nonetheless. On the other hand, we want to conceal happiness—inside us. Until we are filled with it. Maybe that's why Lang Leav said that "all sad people write".
it is cold and colder and sadder and colder. Both sting. Let's end it here.
It’s that time of the year again when I don’t want us to part— but we’re a delicate abstract art
The universe represents our emotions, doesn’t it? It’s a million little stars, a series of wormholes upon wormholes, infinite, vast, indescribable, mysterious.
when the c l o u d s finally consume me; when the universe set me ablaze— I will be home
her heart, bigger than a ball of fist her soul remains caged in a grain of mist
She believes in soul and that hers is somewhere far -
I don’t know what Hope is. I don’t know where to find Happiness. I only know now—