To paint or to write


to paint or to write my love story into the sky.

that is the question.

do i paint the night sky with stars shining bright or the early morning hues across the sky?

when love is for real it shows up at your doorstep with a friendly smile and smooth lips to kiss you goodnight.

when love is for real it also looks like a novela that just won’t end.

this morning im processing my dreams and realizing how precious love is in my life.

i am a lover and a fighter.

i love who im fighting for and i have not loved myself this much ever and it is more than anyone could ever possibly know.

love was an enigma only when i searched for it. and the lamp light at my feet guided me along this path. as the journey continues i lay here thinking how beautiful it is to have finally found what i wasn’t looking for.

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