The Gift

You asked me once Along time ago What I wanted you to bring From the places you would go But I couldn’t say, You brought me special things Of every color and size But you couldn’t understand The one special thing I prize I wish I could tell you, Once more you leave As my mouth turns dumb Once more you smile As my tears I hide I wish I could tell you Why can’t you see The only gift I want is you.

Mental Journey

I am on a journey of the mind. Contemplating the universe on every scale, and doing a complete introspective exploration. I may never be a literary academic, but I share my humble thoughts in hope that they may inspire others.

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