Teach me the art of speaking. Guide me in the ways of expressing my thoughts and emotions, weaving words into a tapestry of understanding. Show me the power of language, for through it, bridges are built, and connections are forged. Teach me the beauty of sharing, the act of giving a piece of oneself to others. Show me the joy that comes from opening our hearts and minds, from embracing vulnerability and allowing others to glimpse our innermost selves. Guide me in the art of empathy, for in sharing, we find solace and unity. Lead me on a journey, show … Continue reading Teach me …

In the vast expanse between birth and death, where life unfolds, lies the essence of existence. It is within these spaces that we find solace, for there is no remedy to escape the inevitable embrace of mortality. Instead, we must embrace the moments that define our journey. Live loud, let your voice reverberate through the corridors of time. Let your laughter echo, filling the air with joy and mirth. Live wide, explore the horizons that stretch beyond the boundaries of familiarity. Seek new experiences, embrace the unknown, and let curiosity guide your path. Live tall, stand firm in the face … Continue reading There is no remedy for death — or birth — except to hug the spaces in between. Live loud. Live wide. Live tall.

In the presence of colors and roses, it becomes evident that these things pale in comparison to your essence. I recall the day when we found solace beneath the sheltering branches of a willow tree, as they swayed with a melancholic brilliance above you. It was then that you spoke of the beauty that resides within sadness, and how those who carry sorrow within them possess a depth that surpasses mere downcast eyes and grey smiles. As the sun began its descent, painting the sky with fiery clouds, it seemed as though a ship was ablaze, consumed by the heavens. … Continue reading “I just know”

Freedom is just a feeling, a state of being that is incredibly difficult to convey, like attempting to articulate the intricate experience of love to someone who has never felt it. It is an intangible concept that defies precise description, yet its impact is undeniable. Throughout my journey in this grand theater of life, there have been fleeting moments when I have truly felt free, and those instances are nothing short of extraordinary. To comprehend the essence of freedom necessitates delving into its very core, dissecting its nuances and intricacies. Freedom, to me, embodies a profound absence of fear. It … Continue reading Freedom …

In this portrayal, we encounter lips that extend beyond their physical presence, offering solace and reassurance that goes beyond mere words. These lips possess the power to provide comfort and understanding, transcending the limitations of language. The eyes described here are not just windows to the soul, but also mirrors reflecting the unblemished essence of beauty. They possess a purity that remains untainted by the world’s judgments and expectations. Through these eyes, one can witness the true nature of beauty, unadulterated and genuine. The hands mentioned in this prose possess a profound understanding of care. They grasp not only objects … Continue reading Elements …

In the pursuit of growth and self-discovery, I embarked on a journey of introspection. I made a conscious decision to empty the spaces within me, to release the weight of past mistakes and prevent them from haunting my present. With courage as my guide, I stripped away the layers that concealed my true self, exposing my failures, insecurities, intemperance, and weaknesses. There was no room for fear in this process, for I was determined to face the harsh realities head-on. I confronted the reflection in the mirror, unflinchingly acknowledging the flaws that stared back at me. It was a moment … Continue reading Self-discovery …

Puissent les obstacles sur mon chemin être des rappels constants de la gratitude que je dois cultiver. Puissent-ils me rappeler de rester humble et de rechercher le bien-être des autres, plutôt que de succomber à l’orgueil et aux désirs égoïstes. Puissent la sagesse et le courage m’être accordés, afin que je puisse avoir confiance en la grandeur sacrée de tous les mystères qui m’entourent. Puissent mes yeux être ouverts à la révélation de cette grandeur dans chaque aspect de ma vie. Que chaque défi soit une occasion de croissance et d’apprentissage, une invitation à puiser dans mes ressources intérieures pour … Continue reading Gratitude …

But after all, you see, I am not an abandoned house. I am not, in the end, haunted and vacant. My stairs creak and my windows stick and the walls groan on windy nights, but I am not haunted. In my humanity, there is beauty. Moreover, I have lived, vividly. I have loved, generously. I have cured love with love, and I have been reckless, passionate, brilliant, and ebullient. Truly, I am covered in fingerprints: some hands left bruises, and others I wish would hold me forever. Additionally, I have been touched and I have been transformed. Not only that, … Continue reading I am not an abandoned house…

— Yes. — Where? — In some love stories. The concept of living alone can take on various forms, transcending physical spaces and delving into the realm of emotions and experiences. When asked if I have ever lived alone, my response takes a poetic turn, for I have indeed resided in the vast landscapes of love stories. In these narratives, I have found myself immersed in the solitude of heartfelt connections and profound emotions. Within the confines of these love stories, I have experienced the depths of solitude and the exhilaration of companionship, all within the confines of my own … Continue reading — Have you ever lived alone?

It was the way he broke me in fragments—first into soul-searching conversation and later effortlessly parting my mouth into an outpouring of guffaws—that captivated me. He had the ability to fill my mouth with trapped funny air, knowing exactly where my funny bones were located. With a smile that could bring heaven into my life, he transformed my heavy doubt into a tidy mind. His presence was like a refreshing Spring breeze, gently rustling through the Autumn leaves. It was as if he possessed a magic touch that could bring warmth to even the coldest of hearts. Whenever he was … Continue reading Autumn …