“A love that is, a love that was, a love that loved.”

The art of being uncomfortable is a fine one it is necessary to become strong.

I thought of you to realize that you haven’t crossed my mind for a while.

You could have shook my whole world luckily I became aware, and I took a turn.

I decide that my vulnerability is my strength I remember to not forget.

Time is by my side I’m not running forward for time is not behind.

Sometimes you need to take a tiny break to take space and reevaluate.

You were the sun that made me see that to be loved is also destined for me.

Tainted colors in summer rain mixed with white to relieve all the pain.

You don’t have to be afraid it’s okay everything will graciously fall into place.

You revived me after my knees were weak, you kept going on towards another peak.

I move a bit slower that is fine because I blossom after I hide.

Writing is my job, and I am employed by god.

Death is love, and love is death it is letting go even before your last breath.

You made me uncomfortable, in a good way.

Inner work leads to success.

Whatever I will accomplish today I am proud of myself anyway.

I am so sorry; you see, I wanted to love you, but I had to be free.

I hope you’re brave enough to let go of a future that was never truly yours, that you never really wanted that was imposed upon you by dreams that were never really your own.

Don’t be afraid to be deeply alone, aloneness creates stillness, stillness creates healing, healing opens up to love, and in that love the concept of being alone dissolve.

I am tired of only being loved in theory.

My darling, how lonely it is to love you.

Your departure is no joke it freaks me out every time you leave for the airport.

I dream of you in constellations.

And remember people: you might not be plastic, but you are fantastic!