happy

divisão
escolhas

nunca fui boa nisso.
nunca.
nunca mesmo
faço questão de frisar.

e aí você simplesmente vai pra perto das pessoas que te fazem bem,
aquelas que tiram onda, brincam, te fazem ouvida, te fazem escutar...
as que te fazem ser.

e você descobre mais um pedacinho.
mais um
da vida.
somado ao tudo

sweet dreams, you all.

c

lives
so many different lives.
some that might have come into gear.
some that did.
yet
were separated.
will they find each other again?
i have absolutely no idea.
it aches to think that they will not.

still.

for it is rare.
the finding
the timeless
ever-present
moments
the eyes,
and smiles,
and touches,
and butterflies
and sparks
that drive you to be
just and only
yourself
knowing that that one you
will suffice.

separation hurts
distance aches

but we do find a way to circumvent
or
surpass that

life goes on

c