but we can’t bloom all the time

(and that’s ok)

fire rose

I really love when you’re being so talkative and confident because I know in that very moment, right there, you’re feeling good. That kind of adrenaline that keeps you talking and enjoying what you’re saying and your thoughts and everything about yourself. And I cherish those moments so much because I also know how rare, short and random they are.

We will never be like them, are we? Because this is just how we are. Loneliness and silence and chaos is what we’re made of… But it doesn’t matter because now we know that’s beautiful. In fact, there’s nothing more beautiful. I rather be a listener than a talker, because I can learn from everything, from everyone, from myself. And when I talk, what I say is meaningful. And when I feel, I feel deeply. I don’t want to “jump from one empty situation to another”.


I used to desperately wish I was like them.

You helped me see that I can be so much more.


(please, please, keep that always in mind…)


I think that love has to do with the lack of judgement, the urge, the eagerness to understand. to feel beyond your own senses, beyond your perception. to find an inner meaning, an inner beauty, an inner value that don’t exist to be understood.

what’s judgement but our greatest self-deception. we need to feel we know, we need to feel safe. but we don’t know shit. we’re terrified to know, or simply don’t even consider there’s something else to know, that’s the truth. we come here and scratch the surface and then we’re gone. back to the universe. how the hell are we supposed to know something about anything.

I swear this consciousness of us is just an intruder in this world.