Often I get lost in your eyes to look for a fixed point in all this chaos that reigns the order of things around us. The eyes are oceans where I lose the conception of space and time to give way to the irrational and uncontrollable part of me. In your eyes I find myself, I see my tired soul dancing between the rooms of your time, invigorating itself with life and love in this place that has the colors of honey and coffee. Dance, Dance ballerina between the shades of those eyes You look so beautiful as you dance between steps Finally you are no longer alone in this emotion that overwhelms you Life is finally no longer heavy, in those twists and turns of the heart Savor the life that no longer tastes of autumn but of spring, the one you have been waiting for. “One day three autumns” you said, now the only thing you are is light, you have returned to shine again to give that lost light to others. You are like that, you have to hit rock bottom to be reborn and there was no truer thing. Being born and then dying and then starting over … starting over for you, for you and for those you love.

3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. wjwingrove97
    Feb 03, 2022 @ 11:32:52



  2. haoyando
    Feb 04, 2022 @ 13:03:02

    beautiful picture and post.


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