finally felt like a muse.

I met Anastasia. Photography and art is her passion. She asked me to be apart of it, the pleasure was mine.

“everyone is lonely, i am trying to defend this notion through my photography.”

Lebedeva Daily

1:05am.

tangents.

creating your own reality, in the midst of a reality that already exists often happens when you’re lost and found in translation. what a beauty life can be when you push your imagine and you have the privilege of being lost. you can discover every realm of your mind, question and improvise upon what does exists.

the moment when you feel and realize that you love you enough, more than enough. self-love makes you feel capable. the world is yours to love and when it doesn’t love you back, you just turn to you.

in time, clarity arrives, always. be patient.

so many people don’t know what it even feels like to live with your heart. use your body as a holistic entity, finding the balance between the mind and the heart is essential to living out your purpose and happiness.

love, don’t deny yourself of love.

i won’t deny myself of love, of any healthy kind.

peace.

living life in technicolor.

before the typhoon.

 

good as west coast weather.

a surrealist you are.

if i loved you, i would try

to say all that i what i want to say

but i don’t.

so i am

intentionally silent

and

unapologetic

rising in the new skies, that are now real to me

you are

a figment of what could have been

surreal

so i be.

here, with me.

ascending past you like growing skyscrapers

like the ones that shield you every day

towering like fantasies

you admire their beauty

wanting to craft, create and conquer their stature

 afraid of heights

too timid to climb the scaffolds of another skyscraper because,

yours is not stable, still under construction

so you stay there

 in the limbo between growth and the ground

with moments of gumption and even more of doubt

you live in a comfort zone

staring at your reflection in the glass

the only thing that keeps you from falling down below

windows are  stained from your fingerprints because you are grasping for a grip

you say love sky scrapers

but if you loved them like you say you do

you would try to climb them, like you want to

but you don’t.

so you stand there

still

and unapologetic.

a love surreal.

pink, poised & peaceful.

sensitive soul.

So, everyone I know has asked me, “What have you learned so far in China?”.

I would always reply slightly predictable, but today I thought for a moment.

I have learned that I am a sensitive soul.

I have never strayed away from my compassion nor my emotional side, but I have never considered myself a “sensitive” person. When I was younger, my older brothers would constantly call me sensitive as a negative thing. But as I have grown, I have come to realize that sensitivity is a beautiful thing, especially when you yield yourself to it. In coming to a cautious stop when approaching your sensitiveness, you experience the boldness of things such as introspection, discovery, and love. Not romance, love.

Because I have sensitized myself to all that happens around me, smells, sounds, trying moments, times of loneliness, happiness and stillness,  my heart is refilling itself with love. For such a while, it was low on love. I tried numbing it with seeking freedom in oblivion, but in discovery, I have found myself, sensitive and secure.

We all have a delicacy that we must acknowledge. Do your heart the favor of nurturing its needs to let a little love in.

zen.

to..

sun rise, sun set.

inching my way on to a glide across the horizon.

how beautiful it is.

to belong to two skies at once.

to say i love you and mean it.

and it mean something.

to hear my grandmother’s voice in the clouds.

softer than star light.

cool like summer nights, by the shore.

to satisfy my tummy with newness.

to breathe in, and out.

carrying gratitude in each exhale.

to have a faithful heart, that misses.

time and time again.

to be alone, and lovely.

belonging to the sky.

to be here.