You don't need the sun to make you shine

He said to me, “I can see what’s missing because I hide myself too.” I was speechless at this thought and he let me sleep on it, but I am still astonished at how so quickly he understood me and how all this time I never knew.

I feel like one of those miniature soldiers children play with and I feel as though I’m being played with, as though someone is controlling me and I can’t walk to the beat I desire. As my grandma interrupts my development of this poem, of these meaningless words to you (call it whatever you want), I lose my train of thought once again and I’m soaked into her history, her feelings and opinions. I am trying to remember the point I wanted to make in this poem, but it seems to have dissolved. Then again, maybe if I would read the title, I would remember. I haven’t had a good night sleep in awhile, so excuse me for this fatigue that has caused my words to arrange in a strange fashion. I will end this seeing as my capability of making sense is quite low. I’m scared to let my mind wander, considering last night’s dream resulted in intense hate, anger and misery that when I rethink about it, my heart actually weighs down.
Well, good night, and if you have read this all, I admire you.

Let everything go and just run, as fast as you can. Run away from the commotion these emotions are causing. Because I don’t think  can stand up straight while your unsettled mind sways back and forth, back and forth. Such a migraine it gives us both so please, just take a moment to think.

I let the days escape me, not even caring anymore. My nights become days and I discuss with the owls subjects you refuse to talk about with me. As they fly off into the stars, I am left even more confused. A different perspective is nice, but they see in the dark, whereas I prefer to see in the light.

I can feel you breathe on me and it gives me terrible goosebumps, but I, to be honest, really like it. It may sound weird to some, but it makes me feel like you are close, as close you can get without our skin embracing. I can hear your heartbeat and you can hear mine. Our fingers intertwine, just like our stories, and we pause in silence. The cement never felt so ice cold, but the heat from your chest dances on my back and soaks into my body, engulfing me into your flames. Your cheek, pushed against mine, is just as warm as your chest, perhaps even warmer. The silence grows stronger and becomes steady like a metronome, and our breaths, soon in sync. We completely melt into one and that’s okay because:
This is where I belong. This is home. This is it.

i love you.

Reality goes away

and hides behind

closed doors, but

when opened,

I feel the weight

of the world

on my shoulders.

Réalité sans va 

et cache derrière

les portes fermées,

mais une fois ouverte,

je sens le poids du monde

sur mes épaules.

I saw for the first time

everything in black

and white

except for the 

red car lights and

the sun made

the rain look

like crystals 

cascading down

over Los Angeles.

All was beautiful.