In this moment.

There hasn't been a minute that I haven't thought of writing but I always seem to lose my thoughts when putting them down. It's been a quiet summer, filled with some fun as I attempt to establish myself at a new job, I'm still nesting in my apartment that I moved into 3 months ago, and of course, nourishing my relationship has been top priority.

I've been quite successful with this garden of mine that i've put together in the past month or so. I have already been able to enjoy two batches of the lettuce I grew, and now my sunflowers are getting stronger and taller; I can't wait for them to bloom in JulyAugust. I've also been enjoying the beautiful flowers that have been growing in the backyard such as roses, geraniums and tulips. Have I mentioned that I have a beautiful wall and ceiling of grape vines growing all around my patio and seating area and I just can't get enough! It's been the perfect spot for anything still and soothing.

Stephen and I just celebrated our official first year together. We kept it simple and sweet with A sushi lunch after finishing my shift, followewd by an evening walk in my new neighborhood. There isn't enough words to describe how lucky I feel to have somebody like him by my side. He's been an incredible friend even in moments I didn't deserve and from that we've established roots that found love in deep places within me where I didn't ever think I could love the way I do now. I can't wait for what the universe has in store for us.

As always, life has obstacles that get in the way from celebrating a thankful life. I am on a pursuit for gratitude for the things that have made their way into my life and have added flavor to my journey. It's this moment as I write this on paper and make it real that has dedicated me to documenting my discoveries. In this moment, I feel alive - even with the good and the bad.

Tonight I realized that I have a wicked soul in the deep core of it all. 

Sin-cere

My hearts been feeling heavy lately. I wish there was a way I could heal the people I love from the things that try to break their spirits apart. I've learned that the world is a crazy, mystical place and it loves playing roulette. Nothing is permanent and by the time you are settling into great opportunities and stillness, a storm comes along and swallows our shores. I might not be making much sense. Then again, matters of the heart are always wordless, for the most part.

I'm watching my family finally identifying with their past. I guess we can only run so long from what makes us human, what makes us strong. We take such a good amount of time creating this false sense of identity to expose to the world that we don't realize how much of our natural human instincts we keep tucked away underneath layers of memories and trauma.

Love has found a way to destroy lovers from what they remember. Nobody has an idea anymore as to what keeps them moving in life, what makes them want to reach for the sky, No idea how to give the heart what it wants and still be embraced unconditionally by those that leave us dry. I, myself feel disconnected from such beautiful souls. To pronouncate the same values that I held onto so tightly now, seems forced. It feels as somebody as taken a blow to my truths. To almost everything that made me whole.

I suppose these are life trails. So they say. And the intention always is to come back to balance. Maybe I lost balance when I decided to love without restrictions, without care for the consequences, withou thinking who I was loving and how much it would rob away from my core.

I long for a heart that can cure itself from all the damage that this world has left on us. I beg that my spirit remains wild as I find the rhythm to the body I was introduced to. I yearn for a peace so deep within me that finally lets me find a light within the darkness.

Anchor my soul.

When you put your arms around me, as we watch tides hit her body as the wind gets stronger; it feels like a blessing to be this alive. The amount of infinity that sits around us leaves me speechless. Words aren't needed here, the peace that the current takes with it is therapeutical. My spirit flys free here, between stories and exploration. I've never known so clearly how lucky I am. To be breathing with purpose, to be still between love, to watch millions of once upon a time galaxies all above me. I feel like I'm looking at heaven. Fear has no space this far away from shore. 

Sleepless and sky high, all I want to do is fall asleep in your arms and continue sailing across waters, being more infatuated with the idea of a great escape. Id sing my heart out across the ocean, I'd cry my eyes out when i couldn't sense my core, I would take a million photos and write a dozen short stories until I couldn't create no more. I'd escape anywhere, as long as I could have you to call home. 

Soul Meets Body.

Good souls never get a chance to evolve into everything their meant to be. I think life is cruel like that. Takes away the things that really make us glow inside. The good, kind hearted spirits that teach us valuable lessons at seven teen and make us forget about the boy in high school when you were fifthteen. Good souls never make it. Sometimes I think that hearts can't hold so much love.

It's hearing about the guy who you never got the chance to know that breaks my heart. To think, I've exchanged my history with his entity. I've laughed, and ran and gotten sky high with you but never finding out what really ate you on the inside. It's hearing you pleed for humility and had I known it was because of personal misery.

You did leave your mark as you had always aimed for. I'm thankful to have stumbled upon you-never forgotten, always remembered with the biggest of smile! RIP Patty.

Direct - ion.

I miss my soul, my sprit , the passion I had that served me for greatness. I miss the way I use to laugh, how I would get lost in the story of somebodies history. I can't find solidation from the things that twirl and spin within my mind. I'm every decision I've taken; every chapter I have turned. 

Tu.

" Por que Eres tu mi sol, la fe con que vivo; Los pies con que Camino . Eres mis ganas de reir. No podre vivir sin ti ".