Without rhymes and metaphors I am, at my core, just a lover left alone.
JUANA GARCIAWithout rhymes and metaphors I am, at my core, just a lover left alone.
JUANA GARCIAThey bleed not in the mouth but through their ink – indelible and dark.
JUANA GARCIAI have been alone for so long that having somebody feels like a strange thought. Silence has been my most loyal compassion.
JUANA GARCIAI believe in your dreams. The sweetest words to a writer’s ears.
JUANA GARCIAI never knew I lost in love’s game until I was the only one left burning in flames.
JUANA GARCIAYou are the lost pages of my life – the years I lost my heart.
JUANA GARCIASomeday, we’re all going to be a memory. Be the kind that makes people smile when they remember you every once in a while.
JUANA GARCIAThere are those like me, people who write selfishly. We who write for the love we lost, can’t have, or the lack thereof.
JUANA GARCIABut despite it all, I’m glad we happened.
JUANA GARCIAGrowth comes beyond comfort zones.
JUANA GARCIALove arrived when I least expected it. And just as quickly as it came, left me without a warning.
JUANA GARCIAYour memory is my opium – sustaining me daily, killing me softly.
JUANA GARCIAThe rain reminds me of what I couldn’t forget, of what we couldn’t mend, of the things I’ll forever regret.
JUANA GARCIAYou don’t have to know everything or figure out everything. Be comfortable in not knowing all the answers.
JUANA GARCIAIn the end, what matters is how you lived your life. Were you happy? Did you love enough? Did you reach for the stars?
JUANA GARCIADespite all the pain from your past, may you never lose the heart to love and trust.
JUANA GARCIA