heartbreak is good for art

 if i had a choice i would choose you

and you know this, you do

but i used to deny myself the one i really wanted

because i was used to thinking


That i would never get it

it being you and you being

the one i really want. 

You know?


But you being in the abstract sense,

Not a definite person. Not at all

Because as Rumi said what you seek 

Is also seeking you


and I know this is the universe speaking in 

rhymes and I know that everything I want is

already contained within me

and that patience is a virtue


My life whirls as a whirling dervish

turkish delights in every bite

and the broken halves

become whole once more


tamam shud

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