Hello_Armando

And I wish you will find someone who will remove your fears and replace them with a brand-new desire to take a life-changing risk, someone who will remind you that you are bigger than all these shadows that sit at the edge of your bed that you named ‘insecurities’ for the longest time. Someone who will remind you that nights are for calmness and not for forsaken silent battles. May you find someone who’ll give you the same thrill of waking up every morning and see what kind of adventure awaits.

May you find that person who will teach you how to forgive yourself for not being the person you desperately wished to be. I hope you will find that perfect half who will tell you that a part of that person is for your reservation only because you will be whole once again — someone who will help you glue back all the shattered pieces you didn’t have the strength to puzzle. May you meet someone who’ll bring in all the daylights that you shooed away, and all the summers that you labeled as temporary. I wish you will meet that someone who will give different meanings to rains and silence.

Forgive everything that has ever happened. Life is everything we can imagine. Laid out in patterns of pain and passion. You cannot control it, so keep your compassion There are no accidents and there are no factions. There is no "us" and "them" or a thing to borrow or lend, no enemy or friend and only forgiveness can make that happen - The only battle worth the fight is from the Rwandan Genocide to the Three Sisters forgiving Orion for how he chases them across the stary night skies every night. Forgiveness is for giving; so give yourself this gift from time to time and let all of your mistakes become all of your greatest gifts in disguise.

In the fragile hours of morning,

the leaves were quietly falling,

into a symphony of autumn hues. 

Impatiently whispering into walls of stone,

throwing back the curtains of a country home,

listening to the stillness, she was never alone, in

the forest full of somber evergreens,

she breathed in autumn’s burning effigy, 

a decaying hatred seething just beneath. 

Visible in the colors of falling leaves,

changing slightly without impunity.

Tears of a returning winter, softly diluted,

I read because one life isn’t enough, and in the page of a book I can be anybody;

I read because the words that build the story become mine, to build my life;

I read not for happy endings but for new beginnings; I’m just beginning myself, and I wouldn’t mind a map;

I read because I know people who don’t, and young though they are, they’re beginning to run out of material;

I read because every journey begins at the library, and it’s time for me to start packing;