I take a sip of my tea, the cup shakes on the edge of the window. The train sounds the same, singing the same song it sings when running towards its destination. The train sound, the sound of a cup shaking, a small vibration on my shoulder as I leaned on the wall told me that this was needed.

I get up to go walk a little and check the scenery closer. Are the trees still naked? Are the houses closed? Are the birds racing each other to get to their new home?

I make sure that the ticket is in my pocket. 

"One-way ticket to Neverland"

Where was I going? I can't really tell.

Did I want to get a one-way ticket? I don't think so.

Did I have a choice? Probably not.

Why did I decide to leave? ...

I see another passenger looking outside, her hair a natural dark brown. Her eyes are mysterious. Her smile warms.

She looks at me with a familiar smile. A warm breeze hits my chest.

What do I do now? 

Do I repeat what I did that brought me here? To neverland?

Will this train ever reach its destination?

Is any of this real?

As the train enters the tunnel, everything gets dark,

No vision.

No sound.

Only the sound of the cup breaking.

Leave me to It.

Leave me to the painless night,

Leave me to the grey clouds that roam the lovers worlds,

Leave me to my hopeless smile.

Dump my heart on that cliff outside your hometown,

Burn our past with the your doubt's fire,

Spit on my half burnt face as you drink my love for yourself.

Cry for me as you leave me to your past,

Regret your decision of not wanting to see me anymore

Shout at god for your own doing.

Wake up from it all.

My number from your phone, gone.

My love for you, faded.

Wouldn't I have been enough for you?

Was I not different than others for you?

All remains are questions that will never be answered.

A collection of works published for you, stuck In the past,

unread, unseen, unheard.

To take a rest or to suffer without one,

That's the question.

I wish it was easy to refill the bottle of soul that's inside us,

To keep writing,

To keep making memories,

To keep smiling,

And to keep dreaming.

But everything comes at a price in life.

To take some time away from all of it,

Dreams,

Art,

People,

Uncreated memories,

The outcome varies.

You might get what you want from it.

But you might also lose things when you're trying to shut your soul down to rest.

People might leave you.

Dreams will fade.

Skills might damage.

But there might also be a dim light once you refill that bottle,

Your change in perspective can help you create more and better things.

Your calm after surviving the inner storm will help you in your relationship with the people around you.

And that dream that is so, so far might just be reachable.

To take a rest or to suffer without one,

A gamble every human takes,

For the never-ending journey of a human

Until a new one begins,

When we shut our eyes forever in this life,

And wait for the memories to play.

In the end,

Was it worth it,

To fall In the boundless sky of love?

To touch the clouds of joy?

Or to remain thirsty in the desert of regret?

To put the hot sands of anger in your mouth,

Burning you from the inside?

And the time was passing,

In the wooden cabin of his heart,

The distance they had was burning it,

The desire to express their love.

Will the house endure?

Will the excitement to connect remain?

For the time can be cruel,

And twist feelings to one another.

As he landed on the moon,

He remembered all his trainings.

He spent years preparing for this moment,

First steps on the new planet was the hardest part.

But something was pulling him harder than the gravity here.

A pair of dark brown eyes,

A beautiful and pure smile,

He remembered all his training,

But he also remembered her smile

He looked at earth,

Hoping that she was looking at him as well.

Thousands stars away,

A pair of heart was beating in sync,

Waiting to be reunited again.

I wanted to find myself,

I tried to look for answers everywhere,

I looked at the stars,

At the endless ocean,

At the hour of solitude In the autumn evening,

At the joy In the colorful metals,

I found none.

I forgot that it was all here,

In my heart,

In my soul,

In my mind,

It was all In me.

To love Is to tolerate

Like a mother tolerates her kids,

Like a gardener tolerates his flowers thorns,

Like a dog tolerates not getting treat every 5 minute,

Like the sun tolerates moon's absence,

Like the moon waits to guard the sun while she sleeps.

She stuttered a lot.

When they fought

He would wait for her.

To finish cursing at him

Then he would kiss her.

That's how they dealt with their problems.

"I never hated my father. Sure I was mad at him, but never really hated him."

Jason picked up the axe and started cutting woods

After a few strikes he dropped the axe and watched the sunset on the horizon.

"I just wish I could've asked him some stuff you know? Like why the fuck would you kill yourself and not watch me grow? Why didnt you stay to to teach me how to change a tire or fix the goddamn tv?"

He picked up the axe again angrily and started chopping woods with rage.

"What-about-mom? " he was running out of breath.

"Why-leave-her-all-the-responsibility!?"

He dropped on his knees.

He heard a bird chirping from the distance,

Like a message toward him.

He looked around him, the wooden cabin on his right, trees all around him, and the path down with a view of sunset on the horizon.

He sat down.

"I'm good... I was raised good, a lot of good people around me to make me a person I am today."

"Sons always learn from their dads—some want to be like them, others the complete opposite.""

His dog came to him and started cheering him up.

"Thanks for always listening charlie...It's getting cold, lets go inside buddy."

He looked at the sun before she went to sleep for the night.

"Happy birthday dad."