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Some people wear armor.
I wear my heart on my sleeve.

It’s better to be welcomed for who you are
than to sneak in like a thief.

Stealing hearts with a mask on,
that’s not who you want to be.

You want to be you.
The best or worst version of it.

As long as it’s true
and your colors show through,
you always win.

Small or big,
a win is a win.

And a win is always beautiful.

A thin line


How can we hate people that we once loved the most? Anyone from old flames to friends and family. Could what happened really be enough to warrant that energy? Or is there a more logical and solvable reason? Thinking about this brought me to the following theory;

Love creates a pocket in our hearts for the person it’s directed to. And as we feel more love the space expands. Any emotion that we experience will take up it’s share in the room that love created. And as one emotion becomes more overpowering it will take up more and more room. So that’s why when we love someone infinitely and unconditionally, the same will be for when our emotions change. They will be felt with the same passion.

They say that there is a thin line between love and hate… The space that once loved so deeply, can hate with the same fervor. How do we manage this now that we are aware of it? Maybe a neutral emotion can take place of the whole space and once the space becomes homogeneous it may shrink and we can start again from scratch. This is a maybe.

I do not pretend to have all the answers. But i always work to get to what is the most logical explanation. Take the gems you need and keep building upon your path. May peace and love forever fill our hearts.

Building my castle


“Good things are supposed to happen to me.”

“I expect to be successful!”

“I’m destined to be a good father.”

“I have the ability to create wealth.”

“I contribute to other’s lives.”

“I make my own happiness!”

“Discipline will help me achieve my goals.”

“I’m surrounded by good people that genuinely like me for who i am.”

I can make you famous


Since i laid my eyes
upon her
even more when i glanced twice
i knew
i needed to say hi
to know more
who’s hiding
behind those two eyes

and then i met her…

every breath i took
near her
could be a letter
detailing my every plan
for her
or even better
for us
if she only knew
the depths of my mind

every time we speak
i feel
our souls intertwine
opening all doors
in the chambers of the heart

a breath of fresh air