If I spread out
If I put myself first like
How I always say I would
How would it be like?
Sometimes I don’t feel it
I don’t recognize it
I got to see it as it is
Observe and embrace it
Embrace and accept it
Find where my mind is
Things I cannot change nor control
I cannot force
Maybe I could breathe
Life into alignment
With who I want to be
Love, pure, peace, free
(april 8th, 2023)
Understand me
My mind’s frailty
Doubt keeps a house in my periphery
Run, handheld
I just want to feel something
I want you to feel me
In peace, lean your head on me
Forgive me
I run the red lights
At times, I don’t understand
The magnitude of feelings I can’t name
You’re all I wanted to know
To grow, water your unknowns
Watch my heart beat in your hands
Then close my eyes to sleep, drift…
(august 4, 2023)
You can’t tell me anything
I haven’t thought of before
Can you make me believe?
Can I trust myself?
You don’t have to tell me twice
Love isn’t ownership
To live in freedom
Within reciprocity and our needs
Tell me more and again
Walk inside the door
Of our ever-changing minds
Hold me through the void
Tell me, “I’ll stay here”
Not owed, but wholeheartedly
You can bore me
Nothing is against you
(tonight)
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It’s been so long since I have posted here. Been contemplating revamping my blog by first, changing its name. I don’t think I still (and want to) resonate with Sometimes We Are Something. Even in nothingness, we are who we are and becoming. It shouldn’t be that deep, but it always is with me. I also just recently wanted to start a Substack but I’m always reminded that I should be writing my thesis instead. Can’t I do many things at once like we all do? Well, I often get in my own way like we all do. I end up not doing anything.
In my head there is a moment when I think everything makes sense and is falling right in its place.
In a small studio, a house. Sunlight brimming everywhere. I am not worried.
That is all, really.
Sometimes We Are Something 