butterflies.

on that spring evening,
I felt something I wouldn't forget.
the first time ever feeling such a strong attraction.
strong and tall.
the troubled past leaked through the cracks of your smile,
the steps you took with so such calmness and stride.
ambition and passion leaked through the heavy bass and metaphoric lyrics.
you were hidden.
hidden to be separate from the norm.
the sun shined through the darkest and deepest place in your eyes.
that place spoke to me.
it resonated with me.
there was a long walk home but you walked with me.
telling me the void you wanted to fill,
and the love you never felt.
you confided in me.
the times you looked, I smiled.
I didn't tell you of the bright colored insects that took over my body,
making it hard to breathe, and made my palms sweat that evening.
I had known all that time, but I was unsure.
You made me feel calm, and relaxed.
I was shot with certainty and trust,
Letting my walls down willingly.
Time flew past,
and we got older.
we clicked like channel switches,
and the unknown became known.

wanderer.

I am the player of the game.
the game of life would always be the same.
life is beautiful, but it could also be tarnished,
like rose petals with dark stained garnish.
just when I thought I had an establishment
of purpose,
when we are just a mere item of life's purchase.
I could create something wonderful for you and I,
something worth so much more than thoughts of suicide.
I had an objective.
sure enough.
make my actions and words match to be effective,
because I tried this thing one too many times,
constantly speaking and doing things from anger without using the mind.
constantly asking for materialistic things
instead of healing my broken wings..
so I could fly again.
soar in the wind.
I had to make amends,
right my wrongs from sin,
with love, peace, and freedom.
speak to the universe to fight those demons.
search to find the beauty in the bad,
search to find the goodness in the sad.
and even when you search, 
I hope you find the true beauty of this earth..

mere thoughts of a wanderer.