our lives on sunspots (written as a spiritual prequel of sorts to 'two and a universe') i only ever wanted to touch fire, to brush her cheek and let my fingertips catch like fresh wax'd candles that I might proceed to melt into a peace filled, dream-like pain that would braid itself purple and yellow... -we were lilacs and daisies preserved in a mock winter, laid to bed too soon but still tied together at the stems- -we were like sky and sea; drinking the infinity of each other's bodies- -we were pails of sweet peppermint breaths pulled from the wells of each others' lungs- or in a truth, we were caught in the relatively of distance and time, trying to sync to the others' frame of mind--trying to breathe under an ocean's breath like twin shipwrecks left grinning in the eternal stillness of deep blue, blue that held both their faces but only half as tight as they wished each others fingers and bones had while they were still at the mercy of their once bright minds. we were like sunspots on a darker star; their empty wishes; song and sounds that only echoed off the skin that lay a thousand feet above their ears. they were inches away from each other, lying on the bottom of the world, sunken and so in sync that they never knew they were still alive... that is to ponder too, that perhaps we too could be so close... i only ever wanted to touch fire, melt my skin on sunlight and know what it feels like to burn, to know what lumens taste like on the tongue, that we might live within those stories my mother once told of forests of flames that licked the now bare and charred lands, walk on the ember pathways carved through the mountainous flares and sleep with helium for our bed and hydrogen in our lungs. but alas, I live in a land without dawn or dusk on the horizon, a #life without noon on my nose or night on my back. i live #life on a sunspot that lies someplace on an even darker, burnt out star, and i still dream of touching fire, still wonder where you are... #imagery ©mjj - october 26, 2017

Nothing At All "Everything I ever need Is sittin' right in front of me And I don't even know it yet But hopefully someday I'll see This is my drug And this drug is like your love And your love is like the peace That gets me flier than a dove And that's higher than above I admire what it does But as long as I'm left searchin' Then it never is enough When it all comes crashing down Will you still keep standing up?" -Timeflies

The Law Of #life There is a little law of #life; A law of endless glee. I'd do my best to live by it, But it's difficult, you see. Always expect the worse, it says, And keep your hopes right down. Then you'll always be surprised, it says, And you'll never need to frown. But it's easier said than done, sadly, And I guess it's a fact of #life That there'd be no thing called happiness If there were no grief or strife. So perhaps it's best to simply Let yourself be pulled along, For #life's still filled with love and dreams And hope and joy and song.

Love How do you think of love? Sweet and warm? Cruel and distress? There is no definition! It's all about experience. Love can be fantastic, Like a pair of chop stick. Stick together, Rely on each other, Missing one of them can be disaster. Love can be crumble To a leaves which is unbelievable. Dissension, misconception, corruption. It's easy to say " break up", But hard to forget when it's comes up. Love is blind, At the same time, there is no deadline. Believe your intuition, And make a bright decision. But remember, don't be the third person. Love is mighty, Bring all people in the country. We love, we care, we treasure. Be a good creature, And that's is what we want for future. Friendship, Family love, Romance. They should be coexist, Because they are all the key of love.

[Trek Out Of Darkness] His battered feet pick up the pace as he clutches the hopes of reaching that hidden place. Head down and focused on his path, he ignores the picturesque views as #life speeds past. He swallows the bitter taste of a drugged reality, ignoring the coppery aftertaste of familiar tragedy. Bloodshot eyes and dry, cracked lips, butterflies create tingles to the end of fingertips. Onlookers cower from the power he radiates, he's driven by his thirst, hoping his destination satiates. No baggage or burdens to weigh him down, he discarded his fears and stomped caution into the ground. His journey is long and his map is worn, his heart is empty and his soul is torn. He fights for that spark, that flicker in the dark, that breath of fresh air combing through tangled hair. Looking for the impossible to be made possible, with determination deemed unstoppable. Walking into the white light without a single glance behind, he only presses forward, never pause or rewind. He trudges through the valleys and on the edges of the earth. He keeps walking, keeps wandering until he finds his self-worth...