Growing old with You

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And maybe in forty-something years, we’ll be living in a house across the sea.

 

You’ll be 62, and I’ll be 63.

 

I’ll be the one painting your fingernails because by then you’ll be having arthritis in your hands even if I’ll be having arthritis in my hands too.

 

We’ll be sitting in front of the ocean for a little while when all we can do is hold hands and how holding hands can still count as making love.

 

We’ll be holding hands whenever one of us remembers our sad youth. We’ll be holding hands whenever one of us remembers a regret, a mistake and none of it will really matter because by then we’d still have each other. We’ll be holding hands until the end of our golden days as we love each other so gently to teach our grandchildren how love is a kind of soft chaos that dances for all eternity.

 

We’ll be holding hands while soft dancing our way towards nothingness until it’s finally time for one of us to let go knowing how love was always meant to be.

My poetry collections

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Here are my poetry collections about depression, healing, and self-love.   

“Confessions of a Wallflower”

https://www.amazon.com/dp/1542396859 💙

“I Am The Architect of My Own Destruction”

https://www.amazon.com/dp/1721578641 💙

Relax.

Breathe.

Stay warm inside a blanket with a cup of tea.

I hope these words will find a way to touch your heart.

You are going to make it someday

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have faith 
& breathe a little.

 

it will all be okay.

 

where you want to be
may seem so far away.

 

still, 
be thankful 
for who you are today.

 

walk.
walk.
walk.

 

success is a journey
& what matters is the progress
& the steps you’ve taken this day.

 

just be mindful
& do not dwell on the troubles of yesterday.

 

have faith
& breathe a little.

 

it will all be okay.

 

sometimes,
it gets so dark 
you begin to lose your way.

 

sometimes,
it gets so stressful
you should allow yourself to smile & play.

 

dance.
dance.
dance.

 

through the chaos of existence
& remember that despite your storms 
& struggles, you are always on your way.

 

may beauty 
be the reason that you 
push through no matter what anyone will say.

 

take in art.
express art.

 

be art.
you have always been beautiful in your own way.

 

survival 
is a form of growing.

 

just be you each & every day.