Monday, January 13, 2014

The night.

I stare at the night
and the darkness swallows me

I cry to the night
and the pillow dries away the tears

I whisper to the night
and the wind comes and comforted me.

I sing to the night
and the silence listens and dances to it.

I shouted to the night
and the echoes agree to my thoughts.

I hugged the night
and the sun misses me.


Tuesday, January 7, 2014

The Truth.

Let them judge--
Whatever it is you do

They will always judge
But that does not mean it is true

What seemed to be less for them--
just reflect their blindness

What they thought to be the story--
just reflect their ignorance

What they chose to describe you--
just reflect who they are

Is it not clear?

It is not you--
It is merely about you--

It has always been about them.