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.
if i loved you, i would try
to say all that i what i want to say
but i don’t.
so i am
rising in the new skies, that are now real to me
a figment of what could have been
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
a love surreal.