we gone do it baby we will find our way we good we good sippen chamomile in the hood we're gonna be living good. Have to see the positives to create it. Now I know we have no reason to doubt.

Which way do you tip?
When you dream of the kiss?
Right, like me?
Hopefully.

You - floating
Me - drowning!!

You - floating..
keep floating
Me - out of it..

Walk through the
meadow of mistakes
not to overburden
but to climb through its alp
blunders after blunders
it might seem
but anyways keep climbing
not on the same mistake
but different ones each time
luck will find you a way
sooner to sway
awaiting to reach the
peak amidst the hay
with the ocean breeze
caressing away...

I choose now
to stay away
to close my doors
& windows...
and walk my way
on my own
until I lighten
my closed
dark soul...

I miss you, the same way

the butterfly misses its

cocoon on a long journey

to migration.

*Sandoval

And its spring
with birds chirping,
high or low but you would be smiling
with the force that unfolds smelling so wonderful
beauty all around you
and you see only the wounds!
why? why do you do that to yourself?
I know You no longer jump with joy as the seasons reshape.
But someday you might recall that the beauty within yourself
and let the blooming takes place from inside out.
Let seasons remould  you,
let all the past fall away,
and the buds bloom throughout your way
with no validation to sway.
Just you within you blooming with the butterflies turned on nearby.