Always Towards Better Things

A dark night
No star to light
A question of who the voices are
Screaming inside, crying is a song,
Can they hear it?

Oh, they cannot –
They do not want to;
They shut their ears,
But no, it’s not about them.

It’s about the song,
Nobody hears;
The dance,
Nobody moves;
The poem,
Nobody recites.

It’s not about them.

It’s about the song,
One that should be sang;
The dance,
One that should be played.
The poem,
One that should be read.

And in the dark night,
If there is no star,
Look for the moon:
Borrowed light, unreal;
But there it is.

One more day,
one more step,
one more breath:
Semper ad meliora.

The Worst Separation Anxiety

The Worst Separation Anxiety | Claudine Faylogna

After Rain

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Let me tell you something you’ve never heard before

Or maybe let me help you see things better, all the more

Let me write another story for this newly opened door

New places, new heights, new songs are all there

Smiles and sunshines and dances everywhere;

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And as I look outside my window,

I know

I have seen another rainbow

Way more beautiful than all the rainbows I’ve ever seen before.