HONESTY!

 Blue sweater

making daisy chains

carving each word

for the surprise of a sentence-

A book in bed  

 belief in words

significance of presence

solitude-

I want to knock

I want to kill a girl

I have to bury her

I’m writing her poem -

black and white.

I'm alive-

In absence:(in her) alone in
 sand

her skin:like a waterfall

 I see myself!

I recognize her

Honesty:follows her eyes

crying from the walls-

the only word finally

I believe in words !



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Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you,

And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts.

For they have their own thoughts.

Khalil Gibran