I am writing you another letter I will not send.
How beautiful are the daisy on the side road leading to the grave yard.....

I wonder if travellers know when they reached home
Or their Carbon has turned to packed bags
and their feet are always on schedule.

Sometimes I wish my brain was clumsy like my life
Too overcrowded with no space for my hypothalamus.
Then I wouldn't know the hunger of not eating your food.
I wouldn't feel the cold of not being in your arms.
I wouldn't know the sadness of not being loved by you.

When I am not swimming in the ocean, I want to drink it dry.
When I am not baking in the sun, I want to swallow it whole.
At night when lone wolves hoal, I hoal louder.
My sorrow travels oceans and oceans of tears,
Even these I drink them gone.

Oh how I love thee..... How I love thee is deep for any ocean dive.
How I love thee is of no value, but too pricey to be bought
How I love thee is too complicated to put in a song.
I love thee as naturally as the last breath I exhale on this earth.
#MsQ #2019