are you afraid?
Happiness .... the more we chase it, the more it moves away from us.
It will only come if we stop thinking about it. It will approach like a docile horse seeking the warmth of a familiar hand that caresses its mane
To be happy you have to lose the fear of not being
Are you still living in that corner of the staircase that goes up to the lighthouse?
Are you still blinded by the violence of light?
Rest little girl.
Rest your head on your soft arms,
and dream that your words will sweep up ashes and flags.
never spoil your wings.