Kind j

This one sinks into the night. Dependable as ever, you can count on exactly this much.
He does not give me hope.

keep you talking,
leave you hanging
onto a feeling.
Just that of anticipation,
and a mutual admiration.
Simple pleasure, that.
This feels so familiar
that now it's comfortable.

To me, his name is synonymous with solitude.

If you would aim to leave me in baited breath,
he does it better.

Humanity gives me hope.
I want only that such type.

Not willing to take part,
he is torn away rather than inserted into my life.
Were he to come and go with his intentions,
I would be plagued.

Sweet relief, the space he leaves.

But every breeze past your lips gives me hope.
While you come and go with your intentions
the air rises, the smoke dissipates, and even the ashes float on.

His is a simple graceless honesty, and I am not one for great excess. I'll never need another one like this.

Choose to be alive in this moment.
Bring the wild fire into your home.
Clean your mind for some time.
Focus on what must be done.
Insert yourself into the life of what you love.
Seek possibilities with an active patience.
Do what you must, with passion above all else.
Accept the gift of your self.
Share all that you are. Keep some for yourself.
To be a friend, do not come and go with your intentions.
And do not tolerate it from others.
All this time spent can be so much better.
Combat your bitterness with support.
Hope is a constant conversation. It can take as much as it gives. Don't let it exhaust you.

Fire building

You aren't good enough as you are,
  and neither is the person you want to become.

It is only in the striving that you are so much greater. A beautiful human being.

Doubt and proof create the friction, what sets in motion that which builds your worth. And that which sets you in motion sparks the roaring fire within you.

wild blue violets forever

When your spine is a rubberband and your lungs only know sighs
and the city is a jungle full of memories overgrown and lived in;
If despite the cacophony of people and information drumming on your door
and the onslaught on all focus and attention, you're more alone by the hour,
don't despair.
No matter the number of places you move, you'll never find home
if you don't realize you're already there.
You have everything you could ever need.
The real reason your heart is so busted and broken
is that
so many roots have already taken hold.
Take some time to tend the garden.