my words have energy

Let
My
Words
Create
Galaxies
In
Your
Heart.

Space

Maybe
my world
and your world
were meant to collide
and create a beautiful universe
on its own.
Something only we
would understand.

love

love.

the nutrients that fuel

my every being,

pulling me closer to the

sunlight

on the dark days.

even when I feel alone,

I feel as though

love is still holding on to me.

grasping my hips,

holding my hand.

the maiden name

of my ancestors.

my destiny.

what I walk towards

every morning when

the sun whispers over my skin,

and the sound of birds

bury themselves inside of my

ears. 

beautiful.

love makes everything beautiful.

even the dirty things,

getting your toes muddy,

having your eyes 

covered in 

salt water.

still beautiful.

I've learned that love

is the very meaning

of my existence.

The very thing that

takes me out of the physical world

and puts my words

my spirit.

in the hearts of others.

would you still like me to love you

i am the wind.
you are the land.
and i am not sure how to touch you
without causing you damage.

watch how love lights up when you bring spring into the winter

to love someone else,
unconditionally,
asking for little to nothing in return,
is giving someone a handful of
their favorite spring flowers
in the middle of a snowy winter.

nature.

an animal does not stay
where there are no resources
to serve it pleasure.
I could not limit myself to things
and people
that don't bring the simplicity
of peace
or add to my happiness.
I cannot commit mental suicide
staying in a situation that causes me
more pain and suffering
than happiness and peace.
I, too, must surround myself
with the resources that make me
happy,
fulfill me.
So I had to release.

finding your peace.

When you find yourself
in a position
where the world is only touching
the thick outline of your skin
that comes form years
and years
of hurt
sadness
and anger,
reposition yourself.
Bury yourself deep
into mother nature's
cold ground,
cover yourself with the cool breeze
and don't leave until
you have produced your own warmth,
don't leave until something
touches the soft spot
of your soul.