do you remember; 
the morning and
the evening bells
when you were at school? 
both sounded 
the same - yet: 

one would- 
always makes you sad,
and the other-
always brought you joy,
even though both-
sounded the same,
they were not-
one and the same.

tomorrow is not-
same as our yesterday-
we are not -
all our yesterdays.

just because your - 
last love hurt you
doesn't mean -
it always will.

'a fishermen knows-
the sea is dangerous
and the storm is terrible', 
but that doesn't -
keep him ashore.

it's his hope: 
of chasing dreams-
of loving the living-
and the fight of becoming, 
that brings him back
into the open sea,
today, tomorrow
and all the days after.

haunt me beautiful-
haunt me beautifully, 
bit by bit, then all at once?

share me-
your dreams;
all your little things, 
and all your whims-
"you, be you"
warm me-
in your darkness,
wrap me with 
your scars and- 
all your nightmares.

the quiet pauses 
between the words
and the silence 
between the breaths. 

In this Universe..
March 11, 2025.