Bad Before Good

On the shadows of half-lit mornings,

we realize that the things we are won’t necessarily fill us. Sometimes, even after we put all of us, the glass is still half empty. What we choose to fill this vacant space will eventually come to haunt us. Choose wisely, but fear nothing all things pass. There are worse things than empty rooms. Crowded places suffocate delicate souls. Use the space to…

I’m back bitches

I’m back from the dead.

The non alive

The river of people that live just enough to make themselves boring

I’m back, and I’m still in realm of the living

Bare with me, cause I’m only starting.

Don’t allow yourself to be fooled

They sing modern lullabies about unshown emotions

How they build deeper feelings with time

The truth is that they build deeper wells

in which the liveliest of people become…

I could tell by the dark colors her eyes gotten when I didn’t reply

I could tell when her heart slowed down a notch

When I saw her gracefully putting her clothes and going to the bathroom

And her steps were too cautious on the floor

Cause she felt suddenly too heavy

I could tell by her lips when I kissed her

And her smiled when she silently comforted me

I could tell that her mind wasn’t expecting…

I saw a few videos, and read a lot of texts about heartbreaks. I appreciate all of them and have a couple saved on the cloud for those hard days. However they always seem to be about relationships, and other people breaking your heart. My heart is completely broken right now, but is broken by circumstances, by life, by dreaming and believing so much about something that eventually you just…

I had a great morning, I woke up by his side, 2 hours before having to go to work. A lot of cuddles, a lot of kisses. I had to work, yes, but for part of it was quite fun, I do like drunk people celebrating life. But I am going home, and the lack of distractions scares me.

I wasn’t alone the whole weekend, and that helped. I think I’m lucky that my anxiety and my maybe depression (?) doesn’t…

So far I’ve been 9 months in this huge uterus that is London. Creepy analogy for sure, but this city looks like it was designed to make you grow. Is not warm though, nor cozy. A friend of mine suggested I should write again, cause my loneliness mutated to depression and I feel like the shittiest X-Man ever. I totally agree, I should write about it, but I can’t just jump straight to this “feel…

I have loved a girl before, she had a beautiful sun kissed skin, but saying sun kissed skin doesn’t even grasp it. She had a skin like if she kissed the sun. When I first kissed her and when I first touched her, the warmth of her skin and that gold gigantic smile. I think I feel in love right there. Even hiding in a shad, in the dark, on a forest, she was glowing warmth. I felt embraced even…

Is a consensus, the first love is the deepest, the purest, the whatever-meaningful-word-you-choose-to-described-it. But why? Is not going to be your best love, probably won’t be the one you will marry to, definitely won’t be the one that makes you cum the most, so why? Every time I think about my first love it tickles me, I feel the red on my cheeks and my stomach starts talking like it was part…

2017 foi um ano e tanto. De tanto amor que eu recebi que tô sobrevivendo dele até agora. De tantas conquistas pessoais que eu me sinto confiante o suficiente pra sonhar alto. De tantas primeiras vezes que eu e a ansiedade estamos pela primeira vez em bons termos. 2016 deve ter sido um dos melhores anos da minha vida, mas 2017 por mais que tenha sido um dos mais difíceis, foi com certeza o mais…

For those who love; write. Not because it cleanses you, But because people need to read how it is possible to feel so big, that the world is just a shadow and their heart is drifting in the Milky Way, high, happy and alive.

2017 was 2 years for me, not one, actually almost 3. My mom always said that “time flies”, that was the name of my first cd. She told me one day I would wake up and I would barely recognize myself. Hey mom, you were right. The first Sara, the 2017.1 Sara, she was living her max, full of glitter, a different costume everyday, beer on my glass, sweat on my forehead. I was happily in a relationship,…

I’m siting in my blue jeans over the used bed in this rent room Illuminated by the white glow of my laptop Thinking about home And what that used to be: The place in the middle of nowhere Chickens, and my mom But home was also my brother’s flat The doorless room with the mattress on the floor Home was the bar sticky blue plastic chairs So many beers ago It was a day almost not eating at all so…