Sunshine

He’s thirteen,
has the mind of a three-year old.
He doesn’t know much.
He doesn’t know much of the world,
its cares, its expectations - the shitstorms.
He sometimes stares into your eyes
or into a stranger’s eyes
and smiles.
He smiles for no reason,
no fear of being judged.
And when he hugs,
he hugs really tight,
dismissing
the petty stuff
we are scared of so often.
 
Three summers have passed.
My heart still craves
for the warmth of that hug.  
 
(inspired from a character from the mini-series – All Her Fault)

She wore yellow; he brought his little dog to the beach, and everywhere

First love,
the most rash
and indiscreet.
The whole world–
wings, waves, wilds–
paused to watch.

To each their own

The world
deserves your anger.
You,
Destiny’s Wrath.