I own nothing. Literally nothing. I don't own my clothes, nor my bags and all the money in my account, nor the perfumes that are exotic in the drawer, nor the blanket that coats me with beautiful dreams and the solid hours of sleep, nor the stable signal from the wifi, nor the electricity that keeps my rooms cold and comfy nor the phone calls from Mom - Dad - fiancé - sister - brother - friends - colleagues - boss nor the journey I've been walked so far So why bother to be afraid of losing things when everything doesn't belong to me. I own nothing, literally nothing. Not even death which tastes bitter. Not even lost which fears me. So why it feels so heavy when things don't please me Do I even own my own feelings? I think but all of those things spiraling in my mind, I don't own it. What can I do was to be present, to acknowledge that I belong to something greater to my knowledge (that actually doesn't belong to me).
7.30 a.m. has become a significant moment Fo me, twas time to put myself together The kids would be arriving to say hello and play They insisted that was their main duty And I would be with them asking deeper questions and examining the real world How about you, my love? For sure I would know twas time for you to rest To untangle your weariness, to tuck yourself into the bed, to let the night soothed your mind and soul Then, for us, did it have meaningful messages? My love, you brought winter, spring, summer, and fall to the table The moment when we talked, I saw life in your eyes The energy shone through your face It spoke the spirit to keep walking even if the pebbles hurting our feet along the journey I saw nothing but hope in your smile, in how you showed your presence Dear my love, I wanna know How did I look in your eyes? What was your insight about all of me in particular? What message you would deliver when we're miles away? Would you still hold my hand and face hard...