life keeps going on. I want to be more positive but I also want to embrace my sadness. I think of Asia, the happy moments and the deceptions too. I think the day I’m really expecting nothing I’ll be happier. But now I’m so good. So grateful. I want to go out tomorrow and enjoy this world and this me, the me in right now, which is so pretty, so young, so adequate.

It’s ok to be you. Your flaws. Don’t fight all the time. Embrace what you are, let the tears roll and outshine them with smiles. Just breath. It’s fine. Fine. Fine. Fine is more that right.

I should be writing but then again I should be arranging flowers

I should wash my self

Delicately

Immaculately

I should clean the sheets

But it’s too late

P e r f u m e

Of my flowers before they die.

Until tomorrow there will be no sun

I should be reading

and combing my hair (It is so damage, and yet all this is about learning

to love,

even me)

And breathing

And living.