True poetry is when the bubble is broken and ur imagination paints new words, new feelings, nights that were unspoken rain again, its when ur inspiration flies further than the comfort couch and finds its place beneath the stars, true poetry is the cry of found thoughts, the expression of the human’s most likely ignored music of the heart…

It’s when u step out and ur willing to testify the moment, and ur ready to walk the lines of framing of chattering of awakening. When u run entirely devoted gathering the memories of the clouds, of the waves, reuniting the dots, the A´s and Z´s saved in ur lovers pocket, once again seeking the words to write ur story, or


Its when the pencil and the sheets become ur witnesses catching up ur tears, ur naps, ur sights, ur voids and gasps, along the way tasting the erased chapters and burying the shady regret and preparing the soil for new life.