Saturday, January 31, 2009

insomnia

my eyes are as heavy as my heart.

I would, should I could,
take it all back.
For all the time to think,
I can't sleep and the words
they flow in place of dreams.

Sunflower

the glass always half full,

on the bright side of the

everyday push & pull


believe

be living

be loved


when the hands have all

been played,

choices have all been made-

look up to the sky,

it will all shine down,

reasoning why

sunflowers open towards

the sun.


open upwards, open minds

and open hearts.

open inwards where it all starts.


believe

be living

beloved


you said you don't believe,

they said it too,

but I do.

It takes some thoughts to make some actions...