Sometimes you spend a long time crying
About life
About things that happen everyday
Or happened in the past
About people's attitudes towards you
When you are happy and they bring you down
About misunderstandings and assumptions
When you just want to let things go
Life is too short to hold on to
Bits and pieces
Of pain
I don't want any of this in my life
I want happiness
Simple happiness of everyday life
Wake up in the morning and smile
It is a beautiful day
( Even if a glance at the windows shows heavy rain and
a long day of work)
And because even if you are not a perfect human being
You've learned to smile and accept
Nobody can be physically or intellectually or emotionally perfect
But everybody has the ability to accept who they are and
How positive they can be
And how wonderful they can be towards the world
Their loved ones, themselves
And that, for me, is more than perfect....
It is the touch of positivity
We all need in our lives.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Good Morning
Waking up
Positively scrambling through
Mental Notes
To do
Wish
Lists
48hs
wasted always
but hopefully
and possibly
with a happy ending
After the dream
Waking up feels....
Just feels....
The light from the street
Brighter than ever
The unanswered notes
Left for you and other ones
The awareness that if you forget
It does not mean others will
Trying to be direct in between
All the subjectiveness
And a simple, and subtle
knock on the door
tells reality is not anywhere else
but right here
Good Morning.
Positively scrambling through
Mental Notes
To do
Wish
Lists
48hs
wasted always
but hopefully
and possibly
with a happy ending
After the dream
Waking up feels....
Just feels....
The light from the street
Brighter than ever
The unanswered notes
Left for you and other ones
The awareness that if you forget
It does not mean others will
Trying to be direct in between
All the subjectiveness
And a simple, and subtle
knock on the door
tells reality is not anywhere else
but right here
Good Morning.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
The begining was:
Writing
Disconnected but
Connected
Maybe more intense.
Now things have changed...
I want to...
Feel comfortable
Touch
Feel
Inhale
And smile
Sometimes I just
Don't understand
Why is it hard?
Why not change?
So I pick up my belongings,
After a long day of work
Smile to a colleague
Who sweetly offers a piece of her
Homemade cake...
...And walk home...
...Even if it may not feel like it...
Writing
Disconnected but
Connected
Maybe more intense.
Now things have changed...
I want to...
Feel comfortable
Touch
Feel
Inhale
And smile
Sometimes I just
Don't understand
Why is it hard?
Why not change?
So I pick up my belongings,
After a long day of work
Smile to a colleague
Who sweetly offers a piece of her
Homemade cake...
...And walk home...
...Even if it may not feel like it...
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