Leonardo and us all and the end of the world

 Why does everyone have thought of the end of the world? Is it just a consequence of being aware of our own ending?

Or is it just our ego, again, making us think we will be there when the world ends, because we can't really die and the world continue as it as for billions of years? 

The caged bird

 Did you know that there is a caged bird that sings each dawn for his love from across my building? His love replies to him, from afar.

Yesterday I opened the window and its song was so strong. I couldn't help but remember us again, with the moon quite full.

Maybe one day I'll be free, but I know you're not going to be with me.

there's literally no one

 feeling exhausted in this solo lifetime battle everyday. suffering from racism and trying to fight it along so many other prejudices that destroy lives.

"I'm tired, boss"

 I'm still waiting for you

to come on home 

take me on

..

 I no longer regret letting everyone go or even doing for it to happen, because I realised that if they really truly loved me and could see me and know who I am, they wouldn't ever let go of me.

We're becoming

 I am not, because I'm always becoming. 

Neither you nor me were villains; we were just humans dealing with confusion and hurt, defending ourselves. 

The past is gone and written. Let's not give more meanings to it. 

True love will find you

 True love feels like home, not like a fight.

When I find it, I'll know, I'll feel home, not struggling, not like an outsider, but belonging and taken care of by loving arms. 

Just one hug

 Because if we had ever hugged our chests would be complete with one heart in each side! 🥺❤️

Loving them

 Sometimes I miss them so fcking much. Then, I start hating myself for loving them, for missing them, for not having forgotten them. I blame myself for all that and thus I simply hate myself. TYVM!

 I waited for the ones that never came

I waited for the ones who thought no one was waiting 

I waited for the ones that didn't exist