Staring at the dreamcatcher hanging by the window

She clutched her chest

And drew a heavy sigh

Took in oxygen

Breathed out the pain

Those things were meant to fight bad dreams

But the one her eyes were laid on

Fought nothing at all

Instead it gave her something

The kind that sting

From the memories of him

Inspiration defined.

Some find inspiration in art. 

Others from someone they look up to. 

Me? From every thing that makes me feel something. 

Movies that made me cry buckets. 

Books that gave me the feeling of falling in love.
Of being in love. 

Songs that remind me of what has been. 

Bonfires and shooting stars. 

Things that make me feel sad, happy, angry, excited, hopeful, frightened, nocturnal.
Anything that changes the beat of my heart. 

Faster, slower, uneven beats. 

Any thing that lets me escape the dullness of life. 

Like watching the sky change from blue to a multitude of colors when the sun sets. 

Or the way peoples' eyes twinkle as fireworks light the night. 

I'd go from numb and flat to having a mind made of sparkles, 

overflowing with ideas I'd like to turn into reality. 

And maybe that's why I find it hard answering people.
Those who ask what inspires me. 

Not because I don't know. 

But because intangibility can be quite hard to explain and to grasp. 

Something the naked eye couldn't see. 

Our bare hands couldn't feel. 

Still I try. 

Day by day. 

Figuring out that one thing that inspires me the most. 

For now, I flourish on the littlest of things. 

Squeezing inspiration out of the most random ones to the last drop. 

And what inspired me to write this, you might ask? 

Let's just say it was something that made my heart stop for a second...

...and then raced it to a hundred miles per hour the next. 

Hello Stranger

It's been days and still you visited my dreams
Haunting me in my sleep
Leaving me silent at times
Whenever you cross my mind

I met you in the dark
Together for no more than a couple of minutes
Your face I barely saw
Your voice I barely heard
And yet my heart banged
Louder than the deafening tunes
People are dancing to.

Your name I couldn't remember
The shape of your lips slowly fading away in my memory
Still I'm amazed by how everything remains fresh.
The way your hand held mine longer than should be
The tingle on my skin when our bodies collided
My back to your chest
And my arm to yours.

Maybe it was tequila
Or the trippy lights
But one thing I'm sure
Is that I never felt this way before
Not to anyone
Especially not to someone I've just met.

So stranger,
I hope we meet again
Some place where I could see your face
Where I can hear your name and remember
Somewhere we could no longer just be strangers anymore.

Trapped

Sitting on a meadow,
I look up high,
Straight to the skies,
Blue white and gray,
A mixture of hope,
And brewing rain.

I look to my right,
Fuchsia purple and lime,
Colors I wished reflected my heart,
Lively and vibrant,
Opposite to the bars,
My soul is behind. 

The thirst for love
For somebody's hand in mine
That hug from behind
To sleep in somebody's arms

The feeling of emptiness
Of wanting to get hurt
To feel just anything
Than not feeling at all.

Yours and Mine

The way you like your morning coffee

The way you eat pancakes with tea

The way you get lost in a book

The way you know me with just one look

Those are your ways I know the best

And I have my own kept the deepest

It's the way I didn't squeeze your hand when you did mine

The way I flinch when you touch my spine

The way I look the other way when you stare

The way I ignore it when you care

Those are the ways I fight my best to turn away

The ways I try the hardest not to give it away

Ways dull and sorrowful

But the most painful?

It's the way I act like there's nothing

When your eyes tell me something

Because I wouldn't waste a decade of friendship

For something that we both might fall in too deep

They say don't look for it

It will come, they say

They say the wait is worth it

He'll be perfect, they say

I smile and shake my head

Nod and laugh instead

Because you don't have to be perfect

You just have to fit perfectly

In my imperfect life

And I, to yours.