the sun is hiding, the moon up there staring.
you walk slowly
the ocean captivates you
fascinated by its music, you meditate
nights are your own path, in search of your own wrath
when noises are absent & shades dont follow.
authentic, sincere, and a truth chaser in a world of costumes & masks
where nobody asks what is it that you busk
cold weather levitates you & your sensuality vitiates
if only you could see, how special you can be, when stars are talking loud & wind tickles in your back….
sincerity in the dark soothes the identity of the sensitive.
protective, naive, genuinely goofy …
sheltering arms that captivate this free soul in search of answers
It’s easier to be yourself in the darkness of the night,
the moon’s spell hypnotizes the rebel mind, out of it’s comfort zone
Truth is not easy.
Truth is not fun
Lies & escapism are.
Truth is not cheap
obeying & following rules may be
Truth is not feeling lonely
learning to be alone is the sanctuary where dreams are planted as seeds & time allows its proper ascension
erasing the habits of forgotten past, re-writing reality in the present and now.
stronger than planned, sweeter than honey, fierce ……
En un mundo idealizado en la memoria, te animas a Ser…tu mismo!
(in an idealized world that resides in memories you are brave enough to be yourself)