Dream Life

                                                  The healing is not the destruction. It is not the day you know it is finally time to uproot your life. It is not the moment you tell someone they are no longer welcome, it is  not the hours you spend decluttering, it is not the minute you walk away. The healing is how you gradually allow your soul to drip into your days again. It is how you show up more fully now that the debris is cleared, and the roads  are unblocked, and your life is once again renewed and  refreshed and freed. It was never about whether or not you had the courage to light fire to what was, it was  whether or not you were willing to plant a seed in its place, and to grow what was always meant to be.

                                   it takes enormous strength to carry our burdens. but we cannot underestimate the strength it  takes to admit when they have become too heavy. surrender is not weakness. it's knowing when enough is enough. it's feeling and honoring what you have and have not been called to bear. show yourself the same grace that in a fraction of a heartbeat, you would extend to someone else. the last thing we need is a world full of people who are barely hanging on. find some shelter and stay for as long as  your soul requires it. this journey was not meant to be taken without setting your bags down and stopping to rest for awhile.

                                           The lonely soul wanders Alone in the walks of life No other soul as his companion The lonely soul wanders Alone in the daybreak He does his duties In the walks of life The lonely soul wanders Alone In the life He meets many other souls Who comes to be Unfit for the onley soul The lonely soul wanders As the days pass by The lonely soul became More lonely, with no other souls as his companion The lonely soul wanders Alone in the walks of life The lonely soul decides Not to die, but to face Life in all its hardships The lonely soul wanders

                                               "Hope" is the thing with feathers            That perches in the soul,      And sings the tune without the words,             And never stops at all.        And sweetest in the gale is heard;            And sore must be the storm        That could abash the little bird             That kept so many warm.            I've heard it in the chilliest land            And on the strangest sea;             yet, never, in extremity,             It asked a crumb of me.

                                          I like shiny things but I'd marry you with paper rings And I can't let you go, your hand print's on my soul But I stay, when It's hard or it's wrong, or we're making mistakes For you , I would fall from grace just to touch your face All these people think love's for show, but I would die for you in secret No more keepin' score now, I just keep you warm And at every table, I'll save you a seat I'm a fire and I'll keep your brittle heart warm if your cascade ocean wave blues come You're my best friend I remember how we felt sitting by the water and every time I look at you, it's like the first time You can hear it in the silence. You can feel it one the way home. You can see it with the lights out And I know I make the same mistakes every time bridges burn, I never learn , at least I did one thing right I want to wear his initial on a chain rou...

                               I'm still a person. I have a soul. But people forget that Their words are cold. I block out their attacks. Everyday, I do. Sometimes I can avoid them. And I hope I can too. Other days, it's not enough. I just want to get rid of this pain. And it frightens me when I think a sharpen blade Is the way. It feels fuzzy, and nice While tears escape. It give me relief. And I go do it every day. I know I worry others. Or maybe just my parents. They want to help fix it all. But can i truly mend all this? I forgot how this happened, To tell you the truth. Whether I called bad on someone, Or somebody did an evil bloop. But of course, I can try and forgive them. I just want to know why. Why was was it me? Why all of the lies? All I can do now Is try not to give in. Even if I really want to. This is sink or swim. And if anyone is out there. Who knows I'm here. Please, get help. I didn't do a...

                                                                       And the sun was setting, and a light wind blew,                                   Painting the skies in magenta and blue,                                       And a bird on a wire was singing,                                                 And no one notices,                                                   And no one ca...

                                       With every year of your life, you will realize the following. You will know more people, but less people will know you. More people may exist in your life. Many people many know of you, but very few will really know you. Most people exist in your life to know what you're up to, rather than really care for you. You will be the friend of more people, but you will have fewer friends. But your friends will be like mirrors of your soul because , by speaking to them, you are speaking to yourself. You will speak less and listen more. Way more .  You will keep more secrets than the secrets you give. You will be more tolerant but less tolerated. You may own more things, but less things will own you. You will be the master of your emotions, and only you will be able to expose them. The older you get , the more of your childhood innocence you'll appreciate...

                                  I was the type of person, That held onto things too tight, Unable to release my grip, When it no longer felt right, And although it gave me blisters, And my fingers would all ache, I always thought that holding on, Was worth the pain it takes, I used to think in losing things, I'd lose part of me too, That slowly I'd become someone, My heart no longer knew, Then one day something happened, I dropped what I had once held dear, But my soul became much lighter, Instead of filled with fear, And it taught my heart that some things, Aren't meant to last for long, They arrive to teach you lessons, And then continue on, You don't have to cling to people, Who no longer make you smile, Or do something you've come to hate, If it isn't worth your while, That sometimes the thing you're fighting for, Isn't worth the cost, And not everything you ever lose, Is bound to be a loss.

                                            I remember when the world broke in, To rip apart my soul, For years after that one event, I thought myself not whole, My hours were spent with trying, To fix it up with tape and glue, Until one day I discovered, Everyone else was broken too, Here we were with pieces, Of ourselves in both our hands, So fragile and so open, That I began to understand, Maybe I'd been greedy, To want my soul all to myself, When it could be a lot more helpful, In the palms of someone else, Now every time I go somewhere, I leave part of me behind, And collect all of the pieces,  Of others souls that I can find, So when I'm meeting someone new, Its not just me they get, But also tiny fragments, Of all the others that I've met, And my life's become much bigger, Now that it's home to things so small, And if this is what " broken" means, I do not mind at al...

                                             I hope you find what you're looking for out there. I hope you find the kind of happiness that exists on your own terms. I hope you truly take the time to figure out what moves you, what encourages your soul, what you deeply crave from life, and I hope you have the courage to chase that .  I hope you have the courage to believe that you are deserving of everything you desire, that you are capable and worthy of curating the kind of life for yourself that sparks something within you. You have a fire inside of you- I hope you never let convenience, or comfort , or the easiness of standing still put it out. I hope you show the world what you can do with all of there passion inside of you. I hope you find the kind of love that makes you a softer person. The kind of love that makes you want to be a better man or woman, the kind of ...

                                                        I do not love you as if you were salt rose , or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret , between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when , or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I Know no other way than this: where I does not exist , nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.