There Are No Wrong Persons

There are no wrong persons

We're all passersby

Seeking a temporary home

Somewhere we can warm our hands,

Somewhere we can feel we belong,

For a while

For a short while...

However, we get attached

In the process

Even if we know from the start

That we will leave

One day

And when that moment comes,

Goodbye becomes

The most difficult pill to swallow

It buries us in the burrow

Of snow

So we die

For a while

For a short while...

Darling I may be wrong

But may I

May I stay

For a while

Fuse with your heart

Before I escape

With the sullen midnight

And darling may you

Be kind enough

To hold me like your own

For a while

For a short while...

Let me reside darling

In your heart

Even if I'm wrong

But our song

It keeps telling me

In our world...

There are no wrong persons

If there are, then we're all wrong

Wrong for stopping by,

Wrong for seeking shelter,

Wrong for warming our hands

Wrong for filling our hearts

With illusions of love

So it can breathe and survive

For a while

For a short while...

-Temporary home,

Katie, 12:30

Love. How can I put it? It changes everything. Before it found me, I was so angry with the world. So angry that all I could think about was revenge. I became numb and cold. I became one with the walls. Unmoving. Uncaring. But so scared of tomorrow. It was preposterous that I casted fury like a villaines and tremble in fear at the same time. I've lived in the shadow of revenge. Reveled in the pangs of wrath for so long that I didn't feel I was still human. Until love found me. And it was a transforming journey. I could feel my armor falling off with my anger. I was vulnerable, exposed to the elements. At that moment, I felt change embracing me.

Love showed me the way to forgiveness. Love showed me the way to wholeness. Love showed me the way to hope. Love showed me the way to self-rediscovery.

Love showed me who I am.

-who i am,

katie, 18:45

@karineclaire

"Goodnight my sun!" said the moon. "Tomorrow is another day for us to love." So the sun collapsed herself into the waiting hands of slumber.

Oh how they believed each other.

As though they can really be together.

The wind howled to the cadence of their melodious hearts tangled in a dream.

The stars traded their brightness for a way for these lovers.

The universe obeyed.

written in the stars

katie, February 8

If you can dance

With my pen

As gently

As you do

In my imagination

Be my muse

Stain my notes

For eternity

(if it's not asking too much)

-be my muse, katie, 27th of February 2020

What if one day, we wake up and find out that everything we ever had, the laughter shared, the late night talks, even the times when we're too dazed to realize we're falling in love weren't real?That the hand I held in mine, the face that looked divine, the kiss that was more intoxicating than wine were just products of an illusion staged to make us believe there is love? What if there is no love in reality? That the web of magical emotions we think we feel is actually a concept conceived in another universe; a concept too complex to be derived in ours? Would you still be brave to look me in the eyes? And if I won't be able to utter a word would you still trust in promises? Or you would just fall asleep and dream with me. Because in dreams, it is easier to believe in anything. There's no need of a hologram projector to show us an illusion of love. I need to know baby. Love for me is just another theory. Like singularity, white holes and black holes. I would like to know if it's something you would give your time to prove. So we can decide right now whether or not our hearts have a place to call home.

-A theory to prove,

Katie, 20:15

You claim your world has ended. Maybe it has. But look at you, you're still here. You may have rolled in the mud. Got your bones broken. May have fallen too deep. Bled harder than the rest of us. But you're here.

You're here. And you're breathing. And you're healing...

-breathing and healing,

katie, a time to heal