destination: love

maybe I’ll never get to see
all the places my feet wish to wander through
maybe the oceans and plains I dream of visiting
will remain a mystery to my eyes
a vision only in my mind
but perhaps his two arms will become my world
and the scent on his neck home
it’s possible that his embrace
can become the safe place
I never thought I’d find again
and that life is enough of an adventure
if lived by his side
with a lot of love
and a side of laughter.

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Bananas, Oranges, Milk and Bread

we remember
the to-do lists left unchecked
to pay the cable bill and call
the waiter for the check
then,
laundry
food shopping,
bananas
oranges
milk
bread

feed the cat.

Don’t forget to call mom back.

The mind is kind as
it gives the heart a rest
and occupies itself
with menial tasks.

bananas
oranges
milk and bread

but perhaps I’m still there
hiding beneath all his pending to-do’s.

What type of warrior are you?

Another dagger in the heart

You’d think by now that 

I’d have learned how 

to use my shield,

how to wield my sword…

Guess I’m just not

the type of warrior 

who fights off love. 

Flight

We’re smaller than ants
in the grand scheme of things
and yet.
here we are, pretending we
have forever to enjoy another sunset,
still wishing for the days we had
when there’s still so much ahead.

When the future comes knocking, answer it.

There’s nothing left in the past
for you to keep now.

Let it go.

Trust that love will come again
just like it did then.

for those who have forgotten how to dream

isn’t it sad that as adults we have to learn how to dream again?

when do we lose our innocence and start abandoning hope?

when does it happen, exactly?

is it between 9 and 12? between fairy tales and the first heartbreak? between sleepovers and school dances held in empty gymnasiums that always felt so packed and scary back then?

when do we tell ourselves to buckle up, to settle down?  When do we convince ourselves that misery is just yet another part of life?

when do we switch the “someday I will change the world” for “I just can’t.”?

when the proverbial old shoe drops, does it fall on our heads?

WHY HAVE WE FORGOTTEN HOW TO DREAM?

and why do we keep acting as if love isn’t enough, as if love is an out of this world experience reserved for a few lucky ones, but certainly not us?

why do we grow up and suddenly stop seeing our own light and recognizing our divine and start coveting instead the tiny spark we find in others?

somewhere between the years, between then and now, we abandon our dreams like marbles, letting them roll away as they please.

Some even leave them locked up tight in a drawer in the basement of a home they plan never to return to again.

out of sight, out of mind.

But why do we also forget of all the dreams come true? and when we start losing faith, is that also when we begin to tell ourselves that we’re all alone?

the world needs dreamers.

the world needs those who can find light in its absence, those who see white in black, those who still wish upon a falling star;

the world needs for more of the poor to become rich so that money can turn gratefulness into our currency, peace into the spoken language, and love the only truth we seek.

Do not let anyone convince you that every single desire in your heart cannot be met.

You can have it all.

All you need to do is teach yourself to dream again.

and you?

been spending more time than usual

listening to the familiar,

coming home to myself,

healing the scabs instead of picking at them;

been keeping my words on lips

and lined pages,  been investing

in the power of my lungs and strength

of my heart;

been keeping my tears safe

and my mind wild,

been living the love I have yet to have

and holding on to the hope that everything that’s been

just precedes even better days.