Aquagent

I’m impressed of how deep this new human generations can feel.

Thank you.

You are so awakened and self conscious at a age that when I compare myself to you.

… you are so much more advance.

Impressive.

I am getting to know some parts of you slowly and with tenderness. The way you regulate the speed of openness and shares it’s not only kind to yourself it teaches me a lot as well.

Just because you are -an open book with many chapters- doesn’t mean that it’s an easy read or a book that is unattended.

Seems that, life has given you lots of experiences and opportunities for growth and perhaps you are still processing and sorting feelings and emotions. I don’t know.

Your ways to process, for what I can see, are there. That’s enough.

Not a lot of people work through this.

Involving yourself with movement, friends physical activities, music, books and arts are some of the best tools you could use to navigate but not escaping from pain or emotional difficulties; it’s truly audacious!

Like the song says: you are the Capitán and not the sailor of your life 🙌.

They said we are just simply mirrors of each other.

I love the mirror I found on you.

Even though I’m less than half your height and weight; I do feel that if I was a man I will probably feel and look your size!

You are doing a great job living and exploring life.

💗

Love

Love is reason enough to continue,

It’s romantic enough to get the chills all over my skin and remind me of how my every pore counts and deserves to feel it.

Love comes with adventures. Flavors and experiences.

To know love is to know pain disappointment and hardship.

To stand back up and continue to.. love. Not by replacing myself with changes or looking for approval in others but by growing my consciousness, my practices, my own love.

The winds of March

They brush my skin and swirl my long hair to every direction.

Poppy flowers adorned my heart

Fuchsia buganvillas enhanced the day with their intense colors.

The sound of the harp enchanting my soul.

The winds of march constantly playing around gifting me smiles.

The winds of march are constant, even when my mood and the flowers are different.

The elements don’t die.

They are elemental.

Baking up

Dissolving then deluding my core,

Commencing to fuse with ether to float and transcend.

Traveling feelings, I’ve made up to be honest in my body my beating core.

Honoring the meaning I’ve unconsciously pledge to die and believe for.

Doesn’t work for me the same way, like once upon a time they did..

Shearing them outdated, antiquated somewhat precious, so precious! believes to others; just to reassure my truce to the rest of this process of distillation.

This has cracked me

Making space from some Kintsugi mending; by now I’m a walking piece of artwork.

With an lingering essence of whom I was.

My dear husband

The kindest most loving advocate of

growth and connection.

He, ripped away in hours

All most all of me.

Like a “honey badger”.

He is loyal to his tooth pick and

his true beloved glass up his ass.

Barnaby Teddy bear, laughing gas, some good spankings, the taste of shit. And some more.

Welcomed activities with cults he follows and collaborates with.

Oauch. He got me good. Like a good snake bite.

Risky contract

I was asked to take a chance on you.

I expressed my fears in doing so.

am a risk taker.

So I did, I took a chance on you.

Little by little, my hopes, dreams, ideals, goals…

Got..plucked away…

By no other than me.

Influence over force; I kept hearing.

Over

And over

Agin.

I was naked of my dreams, hopes, ideas and goals. To welcome yours instead.

I was open for your cloak.

I grew some different tastes that I never thought I would accept.

Am a risk taker.

I gained some openness to the unknown.

And now you won’t take a chance on me.