Take the lover who looks at you like you’re some kind of magic.
You don’t love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.
Promise me not to hide yourself when you're in pain, it's unfair that we laughed together but you cried alone
Go and love someone exactly as they are. then, watch how they transform into the greatest truest version of themselves. when one feels seen and appreciated in their own essence, one is instantly empowered.
La vida no te garantiza que siempre recibirás lo que des, pero todo aquello que des seguro reflejará por sí solo de lo que eres...
Stop thinking that other people are going to come and save you. You gotta save yourself.
No one will understand you. It is not, ultimately, that important. What is important is that you understand you.
Matt Haig, The Humans
Until you heal the wounds of your past, you are going to bleed. You can bandage the bleeding with food, with alcohol, with drugs, with work, with cigarettes, with sex; But eventually, it will all ooze through and stain your life. You must find the strength to open the wounds, Stick your hands inside, pull out the core of the pain that is holding you in your past, the memories and make peace with them.
Anxiety happens when you think you have to figure out everything all at once. Breathe. You’re strong. You’ve got this. Take it day by day.
You don’t deserve someone who comes back, you deserve someone who never leaves.
que eres parte activa del sol,
materia proscrita y lejana...
de las estrellas que nos miran.
hermanastro de la luz,
amante varón encendido
de la oscuridad "que repica".
Que eres... semilla
en mil gramos de fe
y conexión imaginaria...
de una fiera "primitiva".
que formas parte de mí
sin que te toquen mis manos
en el abismo hondo de la carne.
… ( Que formas parte de un dios
silencioso, en su ausencia de siglos ).
tierra removida sabiamente
por el arado de lo imposible;
que eres risa, llanto y dudas,
¡ intrínseco miedo y ceniza !
agua inmaculada y clara,
sol, tormenta, luz y semilla;
lo que nadie ¡ se explica !
Ousía Poética © Leandro Lojek.