Maybe it’s nostalgia,

Or just sweet memories,

For today’s strawberries, ...

One early morning dream,

Tends to often repeat.

Despite seeming clarity, ...

Thoughts,

Happily playing around,

In my congested mind. ...

I gazed at it a while,

Waiting for meaning,

That refused to arrive. ...

Numbers,

Speak a language,

I am only now, ...

When thoughts rewind,

Refusing to leave my mind,

I suffer needlessly. ...

On some days,

Even candles need light,

When empty and spent, ...

When parts of me,

Under lock and key,

Inexplicably hide, ...

Growing up,

I sought light,

To find my path. ...

When problems,

Weigh me down,

And I feel like, ...

Today,

There is not much,

I truly need. ...

Cracks, rust, and dust,

Appear sooner or later,

In every house. ...

Falling in love,

Mirrors nature’s beauty.

Especially,...

A small piece of wood,

Thinking it was too old,

One sunny spring day, ...

Today, as alone I sat,

Gazing at flowers nearby,

I began to smile, ...

Today’s problem,

Feels big and strong,

Even though I know it, ...

On some spring days,

Nature adorns flowers,

With teardrops, ...

Today I can appreciate,

That life is a circle,

To be traversed calmly, ...

Most people,

Aren’t who they seem.

Like tiny pineapples, ...

I used to focus,

On what caught my eye.

Sparkly, enticing, bright, ...