Es que no se acaba esto de ser
es que continúa y atraviesa espinas
parte no en dos
pero en infinito nuestro mismo ser

Es que ahora siento las piedras a lo igual que a los árboles y una saber que soy todo me llena
y mi trabajo es ser quien soy

yo y los girasoles
amamos la luz

los girasoles y yo
retoñamos naturalmente

I am okay now with all the nights I spent longing for someone
I am okay now with trying to book flights every month only to have them canceled or delayed and spending the whole night crying in my bed until sleep got the better of me
I am okay with having set alarms in the middle of the night
just to try and show up for someone


I am okay with having trusted
I am okay with having pouring everything I could muster into sharing myself
I am okay with being that girl who really wanted to believe


I am okay with having been naive
I am okay with understanding people are just trying to get through thank and that’s okay, too
I am okay knowing that through other eyes I am the villain
I am okay with forgiveness

I am okay with what others may say of me because I followed my conviction till the very end
And I jumped
and now I understand
how wonderful free falling is

When the flowers begin to sing in spring let me hear them
when the earth exhales in contentment let my feet absorb like a tree its breath
when the wind tickles my ear
let me be able to notice it
where this is beauty
help me stop and appreciate it

even if others might think me odd
to feel this existence in such a way

when there are barriers made by men, women and locked into schools of thought let me close my eyes and seek inside the truth
let my compass be strong and unwavering

There are times when you choose
and there are times when things choose you

My heart is in healing mode
it want to sing, dance, smile and find the small delights that bring joy into my  life
it is too early to open it to anyone
my heart just wants to love itself
even more so
return to its own home
it wants glide on its own wind
roam its own forests
be sweet but not spoiling of others around it

I will construct and cultivate beauty in my life and tend to the soil to make sure I thrive

I will pay no mind or turn my head back to acknowledge those who look at my life
and wag their finger
where I see the beauty they can recoil in disgust
I do not care
if what I consider lovely
and the everlasting source of my light
they consider deformed or wrong
this world is too vast and there are many ways to live and express ourselves through it

we must make something splendid something extraordinary even if it is only significant to us