Speckles of Time

I've always thought that to start anew one has to burn down all the bridges to stop the past catching up with the present. It turns out the trick is not to burn down the bridges rather to shut all the doors to the past, shut them hard, and, most of all, keep them shut no matter how hard and how often the past comes on knocking.

I've realized one could compare me to a butterfly, not cause of my social nature, rather the fact that if one tries to catch me, one ends up damaging my wings beyond repair, robbing me of not just my freedom and beauty, but life itself. It is better to just let me be, let me flutter my wings and admire them from afar. That is what love is.

It seems that giving myself a break for a month was in a way a good idea, but also a really bad one. Turns out I need to create to keep myself sane. So, here I am, back and with no agenda whatsoever, except to create, create, create and express whatever I'm feeling or thinking.
Stay tuned for more lovely, dark, naughty, weird, or however you would describe it, word vomit I like to call poems.

This month I've decided to give both myself and you a break from my poems this month and instead relax, sort out my health and just enjoy the ride.
In the end, all art comes from something, and this time around I choose it to come from joy and life.