Give of your splendor to everyone.Like the sun.

You are in meThe cry of the wounded beastAnd though always near me,I never reach you.I do not know who of us,Of the other, is the captiveAnd I like to believe that you live Out of timeOr that my boat canLand to your shoreTo be like the flower, Blooming,Freely.

Live and walk as if you were reaching the highest version of yourself. Like hands and breath stretched to the sun.

We run after love for fear of abandonment, we run after pleasure for fear of pain; we are not made to run after something, but to live what we already are.