Confused soul.
A little sad, kind of bored,
still catching sparks in my head.

Twenties feel strange
especially twenty-five,
like I’m walking in shoes
that never really fit right.

Sometimes I wonder
why I think a guy could shift my world,
when most days,
I can’t even shift my mood.

It doesn’t make sense.
Maybe it’s not supposed to.
But who cares,
it’s not even realistic.

The feeling comes in waves:
quiet, weird, a bit silly.
Like I miss someone
I’ve never even met.

I’ve given myself
all the right speeches
be strong,
be your own person.
you don’t need anyone,
just live your life.

But then I think of him.
Whoever he is.
And it all feels soft
and silly again.

Like maybe I’d kiss him,
then laugh,
because it’s all so
embarrassing and human.

I ask the universe, softly,
show me the way.
Maybe I’m not lost,
or totally lost,
just letting
the quiet moments hold me.

Open doors, yet stuck inside.
Come and go, I don't care.
But the pain,
an unknown ache in me
weighs heavy.

Like a ghost wandering lost,
I move with invisible wound.
Some days it hits harder,
Just like last night.
Just like today.

This lonely, silent hollow ache,
I don't know why I push everyone away.
It’s just another day.

I can't relate, I can't explain.
Nothing feels real outside,
Nothing makes sense inside,
It's heavy.

I wish I could figure it out.

The only emotion I know
is rising and rushing.
Fast and raw,
yet never disgusting.

It's hard, I know
but that’s the catch.
A strong force for me to match.
My body learns, blends, it sways,
ready to swing along in its reckless ways.

Ahh, the rage,
I like it,
a fuel to ignite my fire.
It’s good,
I love the warm feeling,
a spark to turn my soul.

Ahh, the pain,
I can achieve it,
all through every ache,
I rise and grow up.
It's mine, I hold the warm hug,
untamed force, I let it flow.

Oh, there it goes again
every once in a while
it's the same feeling
I wanna see you
I wanna hold your hand
and tell you
about everything
how I have felt
and my imagination

I'm waiting, waiting,
you don't know it
but it's true
can't get any word to write how it feels
I don't know if the wait is love
I wanna end the await and
and tell you
how I think about us forever

In my dreams, we're together
laughing around and
playing board games
stealing the last piece
of pizza from each other
laying on the ground,
pointing to the stars
cuddling on winter nights
and from there, who knows?
maybe that will be our first kiss

Is it just me and my imagination?
Oh, the feeling, the waiting,
I can't wait anymore
hold my hand and
tell me its not my imagination,
it's us!

To my mom
  
It's your guiding light
brighten me up into the dark sky
even when I'm doubtful
you always push me up.

It's your comforting touch
with care takes me home
while laying on your lap
it's restful as a soft pillow.

It's your pleasant voice and
the beautiful smile makes me
confident and motivate
to overcome any obstacle.

It's you who stays with me
loyally and trustfully in
every good and bad
situations of life.

I'm proud to be your daughter,
Thank you, mom, for loving every day like me.

What if I meet me one day!
What do I do? How will I react?
Will I be Surprise or just scream out?
Will I talk or avoid my own self?
Will I be friends or rivals?
Will I like or dislike my appearance?
Will I love or hate my behavior?
Will I mingle with my attitude?
A series of random questions!!
I have been asking myself gazing at the mirror in the early morning
What if I meet me,
would I like myself ??