Days like these

Days like these

are slow 

like mists

they creep

sometimes 

they leap

in heartbeats.

Days like these

I breathe

the smell of coffee

in the morning breeze

as the world 

walks on by,

unaware and

unassuming.

-E.Y.

What really matters.

What really matters.

When life passes us by, when seasons change, when friends grow old.

When the sun rises, when the earth spins, when death takes over.

When i look in the mirror and see the child gone.

What really matters, after all?

I see smiling faces on profile pictures, happy people pose for vacation pictures, and birthday wishes.

I see friends enjoying life to the fullest, eating the best of food and dressed up in current trends.

Sometimes i can't help wishing to be like them, while they might be thinking the same of somebody else.

I see dead children, bodies and men armed with big black guns. I see crowds of protests carrying banners scribbled over. I see planes missing and planes crashed into ruins. I see flowers on deathbed and families crying in agony.

Sometimes i can't help thinking what if I'm in their shoes.

What really matters?

How do i live with one feet in the world and the other reaching for heaven? And why do the years fly by so fast and yet i want them to go by faster because i want to grow up. 

I am just 24 years young, with a whole life ahead of me, but i'm already wondering,"what really matters after all?"

           

I am here

I am here

while you are there

and there are times when i long 

for someone to share

the burdens

the tears

the surging doubts

because loneliness follows me

through the crowd.

I am here 

wishing i was there

wishing fate was kinder

with a penny to spare.
The nights are long

and the dreams seem real

but when i awaken

I am here still.

I am here

while you are there

and i'd rather be with you

than anywhere.

-E.Y.