poems

11/27 - you have everything

under our nose, we have everything

yet we always search for something that doesn’t exist, something that elusively escapes us everytime we get close - leading us to always live in front of our nose and not under

we start living under our noses the day we realize there’s no search, we’ve already found

11/23 - cannot explain

deep desires and fires burn within

unexplainable to most, immediately sensed by few

taking over our livelihoods, suffocating us, and making sure we miss out on the delicacies - the smell of roses, hymns of birds, and warm smiles

it’s painful, it’s toxic, and it’s not a fun way to live. but its intoxicating. it’s like a drug we