Popcorn

If I could paint the sky in the hues of colors I feel when I look at you,

The sky would no longer be just one color.

If I could write in words how much I love you,

Life is made of the unanswerables

Because they are everywhere

Because everything we know has a root cause

And every root cause has another

Until there is no cause,

There just is

"Why do we exist?"

Nobody can accept this answer

                            absolutely nobody

no matter how many times I tell them.

They will argue that

Your words were like a false sea,

only meant to convince me.

And when I asked what it’d be,

you still decided to go with the wind,

Foolishly I still waited, until eventually,

I grew tired of waiting for you,

my heart is a library
            where i frequently wander, 
through shelves and
shelves and shelves of books, all sorted by author and impact,