[of dreams and galaxies]

[ Three Syllables]

Last night I was thinking
Of how I've been thinking alot
About anything and everything
How I remember words in a pair of three
Always three
Beautiful is bea-uti-ful
Separate their syllables and call them mine
Befit them in the mold I've made in my head
It's comfortable to think of anything and everything in a pair of three
I have three friends close to my heart
One is all soft spoken words
Our favorite song all the same
The second is all fiery mind and heart
Our traumas keeping us close all the time
The third is all facts and logic
But fear and friendships all the same
But I have more friends
Friends that I write letters to,
Have never met them
Those left behind
The ones that broke my heart
But the ones close to my heart are always in my head and in my heart.
Look, again I started thinking and stopped writing what I meant to write in the first place.
This is what I meant
Too much thinking, the art have stopped coming
And all this head contains now is thoughts
Of the rain, of the colored sky
Of my sister's heartache, of my father's anger
Of how last year I thought I won't exist today
But here I am
With too much thoughts and too much love
And too much of everything but never enough of what I need.