She’s afraid of her potential.
Looking at all those who seem to rise above their own shadows.
She’s afraid of falling down to the mist of the wind down beneath in the tunnel.
She’s afraid that she’ll prove herself wrong.
Proving she knows she’s capable of more.
She’s afraid of evolving.
Until she sees the beautiful light...
The light of her own reflection.
She knows deep down inside,
She is better.

Sometimes I wonder what it’s all for.
What the world really is to offer and why
these timelines of our life have been given in such order.
Everyone has a different path.
A different path to somehow fit together
like a puzzle piece.
Sometimes I wonder why my path has crossed lines with others.
It’s as if my soul has been placed down here on a given job I can not give up even if I wanted.
Is this a form of being stuck or
Not giving up?

I am not then.
I am not when.
I am the now.
And all I ask for is with every step I take,
You find the patience to find out what I can make.

A guy who offers you the world too soon is nothing but a guy who fell in love with this imaginary figuration of you before he could fall for the real you...
And we all know that fantasies come to an end.

Sometimes the greatest of friends come
With the greatest challenges.
Beautiful flowers won’t come without
constant need of water and sun.