Month: December 2023

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Precious stranger …

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It’s a curious dance, isn’t it? How can someone waltz into your life? A stranger at first, and then, without notice, etch their presence upon your heart. They will intertwine themselves into the fabric of your daily life, and before you realize, they’ve become an irreplaceable part of your world. You’ll hold them close, afraid to lose the warmth of their company, for they’ve become a constellation in the night sky of your existence. But when they choose to walk away, the air will shift, and the world will be tinted with a different hue. For they’ve left an indelible … Continue reading Precious stranger …

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Wishing you all the best …

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As the year draws to a close, we find ourselves reflecting on the journey we’ve traveled. We recount the highs and lows, the moments that shaped us, and the memories that will forever linger in our hearts. It’s a time to embrace the lessons learned, the victories achieved, and to be grateful for the love and support that surrounds us. In these precious moments, we share laughter and joy with those who mean the most to us, creating memories that will endure through time. As we bid farewell to the old year, we extend our warmest wishes for the coming … Continue reading Wishing you all the best …

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New Year …

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In the dawn of a new year, I make a solemn vow, to pour out the contents of my cup, to disavow the past resolutions and conditions that weigh me down and unearth the authentic “me” that has long been bound. Beneath the layers of memes, beliefs, and expectations, I seek the genuine “me,” buried under life’s complications. Perhaps this hidden self is not as flawed as I’ve been led to believe, if only I can excavate deeper, and truly perceive. I yearn to strip away the layers, to peel back the veils, and uncover the essence of “me” that … Continue reading New Year …

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My religion …

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My faith is boundless, uncontained, and free, for Love is the creed that speaks to me. No dogma, no doctrine can hold my heart, for Love is the only path, the only art. I belong to no religion, no sect or creed, for Love is the only light that I need. In every heart, I find my temple true, for Love is the essence of all that is due. My soul is free, unshackled by belief, for Love is the only truth that brings relief. In every breath, in every beat of my heart, I feel the presence of Love, … Continue reading My religion …

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Who loves, cares …

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In the tender embrace of love lies the seed of responsibility, a commitment that extends beyond oneself. A love that nurtures not only the soul, but also the ties that bind us to our kin, our community, and our homeland. It may seem daunting, but in its essence, it is strikingly uncomplicated, for I can discern no alternative path. For when love blooms within, it compels us to tend to our own well-being, to safeguard the ones dearest to us, and to foster unity within our community. It beckons us to care for the land that cradles us, to cherish … Continue reading Who loves, cares …

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Writing is like a gateway drug to life altering passion …

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He spoke to me with a voice that carried weight, a weight that held the power to change my fate. His words were like a symphony, each note carefully crafted to create a melody. He said to me, “Writing is like a gateway drug to life altering passion.” At first, I didn’t understand what he meant. But as he continued to speak, I felt my heart begin to beat with a newfound intensity. He explained that writing was the first step, the first taste of something greater. It was the spark that ignited the fire within, the seed that would … Continue reading Writing is like a gateway drug to life altering passion …

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Birds 

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Someone once told me she expected me to start speaking with the birds outside my window, to become one with the sky and the whispers of the wind. I smiled and said, “I have never spoken with a bird before, but I imagine their conversations are filled with the poetry of the heavens. I would probably ask if they were ever envious of things that cannot take flight.” In the quiet moments of solitude, I often find myself gazing at the birds as they dance upon the air, their wings brushing against the canvas of the sky. I wonder what … Continue reading Birds 

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Father

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Father, where are my wings? I yearn to soar above the world, to leave behind the weight of my weary heart and ascend into the boundless sky. Why did you bestow upon me such strength, only to watch me stumble and fall? I am but a fallen angel, a creature of grace burdened by the weight of earthly woes. Father, can you hear me? Where do I place the dreams you held for me, the aspirations that once danced within your gaze? Where do I find the fortitude that you instilled in me, the resilience that was meant to carry … Continue reading Father

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I survived him

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He was a different kind of pain, a tempest that raged within the chambers of my heart. His presence was a tumultuous storm, tearing through the tranquility of my soul, leaving behind a trail of emotional wreckage. He was a war inside me, a battle that raged on relentlessly, threatening to consume every part of my being. His words were like daggers, his actions like arrows, piercing the armor of my resilience and leaving me vulnerable in the wake of his tumultuous presence. But in the midst of the chaos, I found the strength to endure. I weathered the storm, … Continue reading I survived him

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Madalena da Paz feelings

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All I have left of him is his scent, a fragile fragment of memory that I cradle in the palm of my hand. It’s a piece of cut cloth from what used to be our pillow, a relic of the days when our lives were intertwined, our dreams woven together in the fabric of our shared existence. Now, it’s all I have, wrapped in clear plastic to shield it from the ravages of time and the cruelty of the elements. He has left behind a tangle inside of me, a knot of emotions and longing that will take years to … Continue reading Madalena da Paz feelings