José Vaca

José Vaca Aug 2020

No WiFi

We use to talk every night.
We’d lay there, looking up at the glowing stars taped onto the ceiling, watching them slowly fade into the dark.
Eventually all the light would exit the room, and the only thing we could see were the vivid images we painted with our young rambunctious minds.
Muffled laughter did not wake the giants.
Wispy alphabet soup poured endlessly into the dark abyss.

#childhood #memories #summertime #imagination

José Vaca Jul 2020

Albatross

You weren’t born to fit in. You weren’t born to make money. You weren’t born to climb someone else’s ladder to success. You weren’t born to play it safe. You weren’t born to please. You weren’t born to be partially you. You weren’t born to be perfect. You weren’t born to be defined. You weren’t born to be emotionally numb. You weren’t born to live vicariously through others. You weren’t born to **** time. You weren’t born to float in the iridescent ocean of your soul.
You were born to become more and more yourself. Take a deep breath...
Dive.
Dive.
Dive.
Dive deep to parts of you unknown. Find courage in vulnerability. Find that which makes you full and whole. In finding your self, reclaim your feathers, spread your wings, and soar.

#courage #self #purpose

José Vaca Jul 2020

Replacing sugar with honey

Refined white lies.
Increased hate crimes.
Blood spike death rise.
Black lives chastised.
Allies demonized.
**** ring enterprise.
Children traumatized.
Elites organize.
Information ostracized.
Revolution televised.
Oppressive systems capsize.
As we the people synchronize.
Through the day butterflies.
Though at night fire fly’s.
Colonizers vandalized.
Hate symbols pulverized.
Say no more, mobilize.
Dream no more, visualize.
Social justice normalized.
War and famine neutralized.
Empathy not sympathy.
Happiness not jealousy.
Peace and love, no room for hate.
Like bumble bees let’s cultivate.
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Replacing sugar with honey.

#social #justice #change #activism #emerging #community #honey #revolution #shift

José Vaca Jul 2020

The Golden Mean

My parallel projection.
The golden mean.
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I don’t know what scares me the most. How it feels as if we were written in the stars many lifetimes ago or the fact that I’m actually not scared at all. By now my brain should have conjured up a scenario of how it would all end down to the most minute detail. It hasn’t. Something deep within me tells me it won’t. Something I can trust; you can trust. Even when my eyes are closed you are all I see, hear, feel. There is no rush, absolutely no pressure, and an honest transparency that has been, is, and will remain respected; truly cherished.
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They say parallels never meet.
Well here we are.
The golden mean.

#love #relationships #soulmates

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