just travelers.

I've been waking up to music and the thought of you. Almost every day since I orbit around you has been this way. Will we collide into each other? Will we just keep our lonely paths around the universe, this Universe?

I don't have the stubbornness to try and change our stories. I want you to stay but muy soul strives for wisdom and whispers to let our paths flow. To let your stellar light slip through me and ignite every corner. You. You and your strength of a thousand green flashes. When I found you, I knew something had changed...

And I know you and I are just travelers of light and time. Building our paths from every possible story. Working our way through the universe, dancing around and grooving to the beat of the songs we love. Between all the mist you saw me, and our orbits have been woven since then. As I walk I wonder about the meaning of all these nights...

Maybe, and just maybe, there is no more meaning than this. Than all the kisses under the city lights that taught me about the true meaning of here and now. No more than knowing that letting go sometimes opens the door to higher things, if I only let myself come through. If you walked away now, I'd wave you goodbye, knowing that your stay was entirely meant to be. That my head in your shoulder and my soul in your embrace was the best place. There has not been time for us lately, but time don't matter, and days do not compare to meaning. From all the possible outcomes of time and space, that night was the best place. But maybe, just maybe, stay.

I believe there is something about empty rooms, and how they enclose opportunity.
What to do with all that empty space?
What does it make you feel?

For me is chance to dance all over, and try my (bad) headstand in every corner.
But it also means room for new things. It means I left something behind. It means a whole new beginning... And I've always loved beginnings.

I still am.

I still am all the songs that I dance alone on a Friday night,

the music I play on Sunday mornings,

and the love I hope to find.

I still am the fairy playing among the fireflies in the woods of Neverland,

smiling to fate, even when is hard.

I am all the moments when I run wild,

and my heart flows within rivers of light.

I am my eyes igniting in sparkles,

and the darkness after that.

All the starts that rained upon me that night,

all the wishes that I made...

I still am all of that.

N.