All in good time;

It's quite strange, our desire to belong to people, to grab someone's heart and invite them for a swim in our myocardium and its pericardial cavity, have our hearts dance to the rhythms of our combined heart-beats and matching footsteps, have us create our own land, and dangle our feet on the walls of an everlasting well-nourished organ. How euphoric it is for us to imagine all parts of our bodies joined together in the acts of love, our souls floating together like a disformed ds DNA, each G dancing with a G instead of a C; forming a heart, having our chromosomes scream for more improper connections; only to have us broken at its very end. Love breaks normality, it loves destruction and chaos, deadly tides of emotions waiting for someone to ride them in order to drown on purpose. Love takes us off of our feet, shakes our whole world like protein shakes, and leaves us in a post-workout state, searching for a bed to rest in; So dear, Have a good workout, and try not

I don’t believe beginnings are set on New-years, or even on birthdays. Beginnings are fueled every day, the moment we decide we’re in need of change to swim into our potential and to create new chapters to our stories.  What mostly scares us in life is when we swim with the tides, like ordinary fish, and forget about ourselves and others around us, we dwell on the scenarios happening in our heads, to the point, where when life gives us a “Steady, Ready, Go” sign, we feel our feet stuck to the grounds, looking backwards and imagining situations of failure, while we see others flying faster than the wind to the finish line, jumping happily on the same line we’re sadly stuck in.  This Olympic race that we’re dealing with every day, a race of reality and expectations, makes us sit on the benches thirsty for success, while others are thirsty for a power drink to speed up and keep the race going. We’d be wishing for a chance given by the coach, for the crowds to give us a cheer for once