Dear *******

Im overwhelmed by the deep sited desire
The desire to dig deeper into your mind,body and soul.
What makes you tickle?
I want to know you better
You’re such a fascinating soul.
A mystery waiting to be exposed.
Tired of chasing your shadow
I want to know the real you.
Yet Im tormented by the fear to get closer
The ravenous hunger to love propels me to endure flames,
The burning passion that I see through your eyes
I am shunned for not speaking the truth
Remembering all private vacations I took when I was thinking about you.
My suitcase full of untold tales
heavy burden,packed neatly to hide the lonesome of my bleedibg heart
the chaotic scenes taking over my thought process
Chose to sit in silence
Admire you from a distance
Toy with your thoughts with pretence
Our ignorance offer sanity,
Again, our ego shall grant us the company we need.

Imagination

It had given us the possibilities ti travel places which we never knew.
Opened our eye to experience the hidden magic locked in our minds,
We submit ourselves upon things that no man consider to real,
What the next party fails to understand
is that there’s a gift that lies within us men.
A gift which is fairly distributed by our creator
It is up to a man to try and unlock the mysterious forces found within a gift.
Although one may argue that the gift pushes us away from reality.
Do we have certainty that we know what is real…
Good or bad things had been created by our imagination.
Our imagination holds the power to see things from different perspectives.
It feeds our intuitions
Allowing a creative man to invent a beautiful piece of art.
Do you believe that we all have this particular gift?
failing to embrace and understand it
feels like failing to accept a part of us.
Our imagination gives our lives a new meaning
it makes the picture more clearer
strengthen our instincts to be stronger
therefore a new chapter of our lives unfolds
A story untold is shared
Shared to a man that listens with his heart
Though he is the captain of the ship
He knows nothing about his destination
he is just sailing through the shore
Yet deep inside he knows that his imagination will get him
where he belongs…