I’ve lost count of the date or time. As of now, there is no time only the present and I am sulking in the sun, listening to the crashing sounds of the waves, the distant laughter of children, and the great Billie Holiday playing in the background. It is quintessentially an afternoon of leisure and I am succumbing to it entirely. Open arms, head high up to the clouds, so willing- fully surrendered, and it is incredibly freeing. I am free and I don’t give a rats ass what anyone thinks or has to say. I am me and may I always remember this fierce voice in me ah!- because she is so full of life and wonder and excitement, so full of adventure! and she will never again surrender herself to the mundane and pointless thoughts of others. I am me- and I am starting to really like her. Yeah, she’s pretty cool- I approve and that my dear loves, is the first signs of self love!
Life should always be an adventure… no matter the means, your state of mind, the condition you might be in, or the limitations we might have. No excuses, just enjoy life as best you can.
As long as we have life, we are in the luxury of living it to the fullest. I am not always this enthusiastic, but it is my hope and aspiration to be.
This day to me was luxury at its finest. I sang, I danced, I walked, I laughed, and I felt so incredibly wild and free.
I could get used to this living thing.
With love, my babes-
Today I saw a red rose on the pavement.
How did it get there? Why was it there? What love was rejected?
I don’t know why I stoped to look at it or why it impacted me. Was it because I thought that such a beautiful thing as a rose belongs in a glass case?
and then I turn to myself, and think of myself as that rose on the pavement. No one sees me, and I too have been abandoned on the pavement.
I should have picked it up, and I should have put it in a glass, pressed it in a book- but I didn’t.
Instead I went on my way to sing, “Como la Flor” on my way to work.
and I didn’t consider it until now, that perhaps we accept the love we think we deserve.
The next rose I see, abandoned on the floor, I’ll make sure to pick it up and give it a proper home. just like my love deserves to be.
I couldn’t wait to write all day. All it takes is 15 min to detox or vent. To cleanse the pallete of the mind from utter chaos of mesh to a crystal clear zen.
It is like medicine some say, and for me it has been my survival mechanism. Every time shit gets down, I turn to the pen. But I am not surviving anymore, I am enjoying life and even then I turn to it. Could it be my hand was meant to do some writing? jaja
It’s my dream world, my escape, and sometimes my world is more beautiful than the one I see daily.
really, it is. I wish I could take you there one day. It’s my Neverland, if you may.
stay sweet, lovelies.
It’s as if the hand of the conductor decided to orchestrate its own symphony.
Captured earlier today while I was on a run. I had to stop and take it in.
Life is beautiful.
night my loves,
I am currently hibernating in the most loudest cities there is, city of Los Angeles, but it can be done. I just ignore the sirens, the lights and the late party life. I am taking this time to reflect, and get better- lick my wounds. I’ll be back soon my loves.
what luxury to be here!
I raise my voice to the heavens,
Bring down your rope of hope,
send down your latter to climb,
I want to dream,
I want to fly.
This has been my current dilemma, my stop sign. And I have been standing there, at a crossroads, having to decide, this way to walk, this way to fly.
I choose to fly. Hopefully, I will be writing much more these days.