I am jack's tormented heart

Longings are such a curse. Remembering eyes and hair. And weird pretty looks. Remembering touches. Cheeks smeared with tears Because crying is realizing.  Because crying is Acceptance ,without a smile. And i go about my life. Laughing, making others laugh. Writing poems and internals. Poems that are like life. Poems that do not rhyme. Laughing, and never crying. Oh, such stupidity.

The known, is known and done with. Don't sit back and relish on it. The unknown is worth everything. To the mountains that i haven't seen, To the rivers that i haven't flown with, to the campings that i haven't done, and to that old jeep i'm yet to own. To the poetry that i haven't read, And to the walks that i haven't walked, To this abstract,i have hope For this abstract, I'd rather live.