Him I pour down this red cranberry juice in a empty cup... This sight makes me smile. A glimpse of him steps into my mind... it just occurred to me loving him is this Red. It's continuous laughter . Kisses and loving, makes me want to stop time just to be with him. I taught I had it in control. A wise girl listen but doesn't believe yet I found myself believing every sweet sentence he wishpers into my ears. He tells me he liked me all along. I blush He tells me a girl like me is hard not to notice. I stop & think damn! how stupid was I not to notice him. Have I being blind, this long? He touches me I find this chemistry I taught was long gone. My blood circulation speeding trough my vein, I lay my head on his Chest his heart's rate starts pumping higher I know he feels the same way too I see my future with him. I daydream pretty often I bet he doesn't even know Us walking down the aisle, Having kids, growing old. I pinch myself B!tch you moving to fast... Slow down. That's how I know I truly love him I want to let go Yet I am afraid to give away To much, to soon. I want to hold back I am more afraid of pushing him away. So I stay still, trying to hold my equilibrium. This bipolar sensation he exercises on me Drives me crazy. I want him to know that he has found a new home inside of me. Everyday I want to wake up in those arms that never miss a chance to wrap themself around me I will stand by his side Trough his coldest storms Long he always remain This awesome man whom I shared our first kiss with a summer evening of August 12.

Fear Of The Always Known She hadn't write in days. As She laid there this evening her body wanted to rest yet her mind was restless. Like a pregnant woman expecting for months, she was ready to birth her greatest story yet . However inspiration failed her. All her thoughts were gone, like they were hiding in a secret place. Like a toddler playing hide and seek. Refusing to be found. These fracas in her head made it almost impossible for her to concentrate. She had always being like the wind, calm and free. Solitude had always being her best friend which is why whenever she tried to embrace something else, she came up deceived. She couldn't loose her most precious gift. Writing was her passion, it was the only way she knew how to express herself. The only way she knew how to make the world stop! And listen. There was it slipping out of her hands. Her finger frozen on the keyboard, her mind was taking hundreds of directions at once. Like these lost souls which never find peace. She felt this rage making its way to the top, wanting to burst out. This feeling she would get each time she felt powerless in a situation. It was mix with fear. This fear if loosing her own self, because writing wasn't just some extension if herself, a simple hobby, juvenile phrase. It was who she never....

Tears Looking at my window, I found myself crying today. It felt like all these feelings I had been holding up for days were finally coming out. These bad events that had been happening lately I had called decoy so they wouldn't shatter my faith. I felt these emotions bursting out like my body couldn't hold them anymore. These migraines in my head were coming back like someone was trying to cease my head open, slice it in two. Finally I couldn't hold these tears from coming down my eyes any longer. They felt silently down my cheeks, while I was lost in my thoughts. Yet at that same moment something strange happened. Instead of the feeling of emptiness I usually get after I've wetted my pillow for a whole night, I felt something different. Something new.... I felt liberated. Like it was ok to let your tears flow sometimes. I didn't to keep holding them in, like I usually do. Try to hide in a secret place to cry because I was ashamed and embarrassed that anyone would see my weakness. I felt like it was ok to let out weakness show. Weakness is part of us and we should embrace it as much we embrace our strength. Matter fact, this wasn't weakness at all looking at the amount of strength that it took for me to let that show. It was pure strength hidden inside of me.

Where You From Never deny where you come from. Be proud of this land that gave you birth no matter how bad it is. No matter how much you try to become a stranger, there will always be this last syllabus in your accent, this custom you can't let go of, this attitude,this body language, this walk, that talk, that betrays you. It is for a specific reason that no one was able to make the choice of the country where you were born. It is, so that everyone learn to accept and love their place of birth just as we accept the things that we cant change in #life. When you fall into a land far far away, where you will have to speak a new language, adapt yourself to a new #lifestyle, do not let go of those values that your county had taught you. When you will have to learn the history of another country, pledge allegiance to another flag, Do not forget about yours. Respect the stepmother that feed and shelter you but never forget your biological mother. Never forget where you came from even if you will never step foot there again. I am from Haiti, kiskeya Ou Boyo, Perle des Antilles. Where you from?

Thank You We often take for granted the people who has always being there for us. We don't say thank you enough, then one day we loose them. When we stand there unable to turn back time, our biggest regret is often that we never took the chance to tell them how much they mean to us. We never said thank u. I don't wanna make that mistake with you