Never turned
into "one day."

No one became
someone.

"Maybe" faded,
transforming
into reality.

"Never" never ceased to be,
it became
a possibility.

And "none"
vanished into the air
when the right one arrived.

"When someone suffers a physical wound,
we care for them with love and support,
respecting their healing without overstepping.
Why not do the same for the wounds of the soul?"

I feel trapped in this cage,
bound, hands and feet.

I want to send you a message,
but I must respect your space,
as I respect my own.

The minutes stretch long,
too long,
yet they teach me
to love with patience.

Love is freedom,
and time, just an illusion.

I can’t control your choice,
but love must flow.

I don’t write to you,
but my love keeps shining.

"Expectations are like salt—
a little enhances the flavor,
too much ruins everything."

I need you to help me
answer the questions.

I need you to help me
take off my masks.

I need to see
the roles I am playing.

I need to hear
the lies I’ve been believing.

I need to feel
what I’ve been avoiding.

I need you to help me
become
who I am meant to be.

Please,
tell me the story
I’ve been telling myself.

Please,
my higher self,

show me where
I am hurting myself.

Show me where
I am neglecting myself.

Please,
my higher self,
speak to me.

Tell me with love.
Tell me with kindness.

The essence of crystal
is not fragility.

It is delicate,
transparent.

Elegant,
subtle.

Brilliant,
luxurious.

­Our soul is crystal.