You need to breath, untighten your shoulders, and unclasp your fist.
Tell me with your brows all your worries and I will say prayers.
It's okay to cry. Let the window pane gather your tears and send it to the heavens.
Let the Divine hear of your melancholy and allow him to remove you out of the mud.
Do not resist. Do not be so obsessed with the lies that covered your life.
Remove the dust settled from the window sill of your soul.
You can invite the eternal peace to glitter your sky.
And you can step out of the chains of the past, the regrets, and the hurts.
Dip your hands in the wholeness of freedom because..
Irog, you can be free.

When the sea is calm again and the grey clouds no longer hold thunders, I hope to see you at the shore still smiling.

And in the midst of metal scraps and wreckage, may you be standing still and siphon all the chaos into a black hole, leave it there and raise a white flag of surrender.

May you be thankful that the storm passed, you are alive, and a sunny day has come.

Friday night,
bright lights
at the corner of the square
where we don't know each other (yet).
Our eyes locked.
There were no keys.
Our gaze kissed.
Who would have thought that I'd be so hooked
with those brown eyes.
Lips were silent.
Hearts weren't.
I thought it was the start of some fireworks.
Maybe it was. Maybe it wasn't.
But the way you stared smelled like poison.
It was not blank.
It did not lie.
The transparency amused and terrified me.
I would love to dig deeper and enter the universe that it holds.
What would it taste like?
I am scared to be consumed without a fight.
Friday night,
dim lights
Our eyes locked.
I am searching for the keys.