Purpose (new poem)

And if one day I cease to exist
If all that is left of me
Is my ghost in your dream.

The autumn rain showers me in gold
But what does it mean?
I could never even know.

I am not really here,
Then again, maybe I am.

An invisible string
Is carrying me to you,
You know it better than I do.

I am not perfect
Filled to the brim with flaws,
Is that who you love?

You know there is desire,
Burning purple and red
It keeps us hidden in bed.

I want to be where you are
With you, I want to breathe
Until the tears are buried.

I am not mad, just a little sad
I fear to be forgotten,
But I recently understood one thing:
My soul's destiny is to always be here.

❤️💜🩷🤍🩶🖤🤎💙🩵💚

It’s my 41st birthday. A while ago, (years ago), I didn’t even believe I could or would make it that far. Last year, I threw a big party for myself. It was the release of WORD THIEF too. I liked it, but this year, I don’t want to celebrate. There is work and other things that seem to be more important and honestly, it’s a bit frustrating that my birthday (a day that I give more importance than I should) will not be important or celebrated; but I am 41 now. I am not a child. It will be okay. And it will be a nice day…

Lots of love from me to you. I love you all. Bring music 🙂 Cake is not a must 🙂

By the way… There is a big transformation happening with me now. Yesterday, I turned from a Cathypillar (caterpillar) into a butterfly.