Trying to reach,
Where I desired to go,
Was not as easy, …

Growing up,
I too collected stamps.
They helped me dream, …

Perhaps I too,
Am like snow.
Pure and white, …

There are old parts,
Frozen in me,
That I still carry, …

I care not to relax,
Watching the days,
Slowly floating by, …

It no longer matters,
If my footprints are erased,
Or disappear in time. …

Trying to escape,
Is often easier,
Than it may seem. …

There are days,
I can clearly see,
And intensely feel, …

And now,
He too is gone.
To a place I cannot see, …

The hardest choices,
I’ve made in life,
Were often the best, …

Memories we create,
In time fade.
I find it sad, …

Perhaps sunsets,
Are only beautiful,
Because I was taught, …

I stood there and gazed,
But couldn’t understand.
In earlier times, …

Studying the essence,
Hiding beneath the mask,
Would have served me better, …

It is enough,
To partially comprehend,
Yet deeply believe. …

One day,
I too shall fall,
And what is left behind, …