If you could choose between losing yourself and discovering the deepest parts of your soul with their weakness, fragilities and fears, what will your choice be eventually? And if you go for the first one, will you walk in the streets like an empty body looking lost among humans whom souls you cannot and do not want to touch? And if you go for the second one will you have the strength to fight the demons who will come at night? Will you see your soul while looking in the mirror and recognize it as yours in its whole being, with its scars? If you could be whole, would you still choose to be a half?
I can see your strength all encased in your teeth, in the smile that can’t hide your never ending zest for life. For if you burst out laughing you sound like notes to a song whose rhythm I can’t follow but can’t help to dance along.
Why making wishes on a dying creature as a shooting star? So beautiful death can seem if seen from a distance. For me comets are named after all the people who decided my sky wasn’t their place anymore.
The Little Mermaid gave up her voice so as to be near her beloved prince and that’s how little girls are taught from the earliest age that as women the price to pay for love will always be their silence.
You are trapped in that limbo in which your freedom coincides imperceptibly with your loneliness without being able to tell the difference between the two, scouring for an answer in that horizon you are staring at enchanted, for it is just like you: the fine line between the abyss and the sky.
To naively trust someone and show them your weakest spots is like giving guns to the enemies and hope they will not fire. It’s like throwing punches in the mirror praying that your knuckles won’t bleed. It’s like talking to the sky thinking it will understand and eventually talk back, but it won’t.
During the storm the lightning falls undaunted towards the earth heedless of the damage it will cause, choosing to come into existence anyway to embrace life. So be your own lightning and trust your vibes.
She asked me the moon so I packed my bags and traveled through thousands of galaxies just to steal it from the sky and gift it to her. When I was home light years later she told me she got sick of waiting and decided to settle for someone who gave her a flower by simply picking it up from the grass.
I have been blessed with a rose of blue petals upon which I could read: I will wait for you ‘till the end of time on the other side of the world to admire the most beautiful northern lights that are nothing compared to the blue of your eyes.
The lion is called king of the forest for its beauty only because it is well known that the one who fights every battle is the lioness living under her hungry king’s thumb and remembered by no name at all.
A bruised body doesn’t hurt as much as a shaking soul and trembling heart. It’s the winter in me. My ice-covered mind is too cold to think properly and my hands so frozen aren’t able to reach out and hold spring.
We are told that everything is going to be alright someday but what they do not realize is that it is not about when but how. I have been trying to heal by tearing myself to pieces so far and isn’t that also a start?
I’ve never been good at dancing but I tried my hardest to not step on your feet on the dance floor just to prove to you that I always made sure not to trample on your heart even if I’ve never been good at love. But right now I find myself dancing all alone with an empty heart.
Let me discover the weight of your heart. Open your chest and hand it to me. Does it treasure love? If it doesn’t, take the liberty to undress my soul and steal it from there. You know I won’t mind. I will take your darkness instead and put your demons inside of me to let them destroy me. I know you won’t mind.
Little girl don’t you cry. I know you’re scared. Everything seems so much bigger than you. The world could be a dreadful place sometimes. It spins too fast for you to keep up with it. You’ve got to run. You are allowed to fall too but be quick to get back up on your feet. Nobody is gonna wait for you out there. They will even step on you any time they can. It is a mortal marathon. Time to grow up little girl.