Between Our Dreams

Roaming alone in the space between our dreams.

Feeling restless and forgotten, feeling ever so displaced.

Wandering aimlessly in search of the slumber

that will bring me back to then.

Transcending the footprints of time,

 I look for that paradoxical sleep.

The deepest of dreams where the ruins surround me,

and where a hug is just a hug.

Puedo sentir que estás ahí

My Hut

My happy place has no voices that go above a certain pitch.

The air has a breezy mild chill and the blueness of the water puts you into the loveliest of moods.

There is no fancy marble, carpeting or leather to come home to. 

There are no phones, gadgets or media outlets that keep you in a stupor.

There's just calm.

Each breath is invigorating. Each sunrise leaves you speechless.

And when you look up at the moon nestled amid the brightest of stars,

the universe whispers its sweetest of dreams. 

I Have Not Been Perfect

Today I realized that I have never reached perfection.

No matter how hard I tried, 

no matter the endless face masks, 

unfulfilling liquid diets,  

exhausting exercise plans,

lonely soul searching weekend getaways, 

chapters and chapters of dust covered books,

tearjerking love stories to move me,

perfection was never achieved.

My skin never looked flawless,

my body never acquired the perfect weight or curve,

tranquility and peace did not reside in my mind,

words on pages seemed empty and pretentious,

and love never ever reached my shore.

So finally, I have concluded that

up until now perfection has not defined me.

No matter how hard I tried,

I have not been perfect.

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Meet You At Infinity

Indefinite affection,

overpowering fervor,

boundless love,

that's what I feel for you.

Meet You At Infinity

HOPE

A ray of light has been leading my path,

always there watching over me.

I never looked for the beam.

Thought I was walking in shadows,

instead my road was predetermined, 

with ghosts guiding the way.

Borrowed Words

I borrowed a poem to start an adventure.

Its true meaning I didn't quite understand but still made it my own.

I didn't know where it'd take me, I didn't care for how long,

I just journeyed in character far from the one I had known.

Somewhere along the pathway, I felt my footing off.

I couldn't describe the sensation except to say my steps seemed broken.

Each move that I took brought me further from a lifeline

and the further I went I saw nothing of me.

So here I am admitting that borrowed words like borrowed lives have no meaning.

The words we use to feed our souls, our hopes and dreams cannot belong to someone else.

The light that shines out from within all of us shoots out in different angles,

but the truest and purest light is found inside the most unpretentious and uncomplicated souls.

This new year I follow my own voice.

With humility I bow to shed the words that were not mine

and place them back where I first found them.

This is me in a perfect state of imperfection wishing all of you in my own words love.