Hey. @1.27

I stopped telling myself

that I’m lost,
that I have no backbone,
that I’m scared of the things I can’t control.
I started welcoming the unknown
slowly,
very slowly.
Even if I’m not convinced yet,
I’m holding my doors open,
eyes clear,
heart curious
and 
mind in between of them all.

Conversations after 1:27

She sat down
looked outside 
while the daytime turned into
a long gray evening.
The earth and the conversation
were moving together. 
At one point she stopped 
in her head 
and thought 

“Is this it?” 
Or 
“Could it be?” 

She didn’t know the answer. 
Maybe the other side of the conversation knew,
but they both kept it quiet. And wondering.

1:27 eyes

Your sandy eyes are always 
reading the room
looking for the answers 
watching who’s arriving.
And in those beige brown eyes 
a visitor
could find a life on its own –
where the truth and kindness meet, 
unspoken desires live. 
The lucky quest 
would also find out 
that in some days 
your eyes turn vivid green
and then nobody 
can stop you. 

For falling.