yesterday i was the moon

when ache arrives

put it on paper

it is here to hurt your heart

use it to save your art

when you’ve lost everything and everyone,

meet defeat with open arms. shake hands with

it; warmly, firmly, happily. it has taught you all

the things you shouldn’t do if you want victory

next time—embrace it. your defeats are not a

sign of your weaknesses; they never were and

they will never be. they are the medals you need

to decorate in your living room for the world to

see so they can know where you are coming

from, because in the end the victor and the

defeated are kind of the same; one has won the

battle and the other one knows how exactly

it is won.

{welcoming defeat}

silent future. those houses carry the dead

dreams and maybe broken hearts too

whether you’re home

or at just another

perfectly decorated house

it only takes

a second or two

to look into their eyes

and decide

whether you’re home

or at just another

perfectly decorated house

so let them go

and let them be

people leave

because

unlike matter

that has firm, solid, strong

molecules

people are made up of

air, fire, earth and water

that change shapes

that keep moving

that cannot stop

so let them go

and let them be

the things they want

the shapes they like

because

in the end

you too will grow

into something

entirely new

so let them go

isn’t it

breathtakingly beautiful

how you’ve learned

to grow flowers

from the memories

that died

a long time ago

every single dream you’ve pushed into the ocean praying that it dies and leaves you alone the water carries them; breathing and alive you left them to wither but their pieces wither in you dreams live as long as the dreamers do