“I can be productive as fuck but I can’t be starved of love. I choose connection, touch.”

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

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.

The path of joy was connection and the path of sorrow was separation.

Attachment has a self-centered approach to love, where you focus too much on how your partner makes you feel and not enough on treating them well. Connection has more room for balance, where you both seek to support each others happiness and communicate instead of control.

Ultimately you want to have the entire world’s knowledge connected directly to your mind.

The more natural the connection, the more devastating the disconnect.

A family shares hardships and a connected history.

You can’t build a strong connection to the one who is disconnect from himself.

Our deepest connections are those created in peace and loving-kindness.

I am grieving a connection that never really happened, a dance of souls that only lasted one day.