risa story

but my wings are made from imperfect me..

for feelings.. places agree to be their keepers..

i listen to these spoken and unspoken stories.. ego and hearts.. be sensitive and vulnerable.. i do learn

shattered by my false promises.. molded by mistakes and beautified by understanding not judge but listening to my stories and ours.. from the bottom of my heart.. i learn again to promise.. with the braveness of my humanity and to say.. ...i love you...

at the corner of that crowded coffee shop.. i did see you..waiting and fell asleep.. at the same time.. i did see me.. i did surrender to love.. as love were watching me, and us

there are words, emotions, experiences kept tightly inside.. trembling while i did listening.. we were walking.. people around me, they didn't have any slightly idea..for what i could feel.. when spaces and times are not exist.. we are talking beyond the emotions..even don't care, laugh for our strongest fear when life is only one face, among us.. it is love in thousand dimensions

i don't have words.. i cannot digest my knowledge  i am in amazement, for life asked me once again.. going beyond my dreams.. i do listen