If you want to be beautiful,

All you need are these 5 steps,

Indulge yourself in a world full of pride and contempt;

Step 1–

Become a people-person. But not just any… please others first and then yourself.

Never stop saying yes or thank you. Allow yourself to be “nice”; because there’s nothing prettier than a woman who knows when to shut up and and when to stay silent after doing what she’s told. ...

Perhaps it’s the false concept of ‘romance’ that brings us back to the basics of tall city lights and smaller ones—decorated throughout a boring street that suddenly becomes an aesthetic aphrodisiac;

Perhaps it’s the coffee shop where two lovers intertwine their lips for the first time ; or the ice cream shop that hired a young man that makes everyone wait too long in line.

Or the family Italian...

I’m not where I want to be.

I’m not same girl in my reflection that mirrors the concept of ‘me’

Truth be told, I’m a romantic wanderer,

Looking for love in the wrong places while I lose my self-worth that I have yet to conquer.

Confessions

I don’t know what I’m doing,

But I hope I’m doing it correctly.

I hope the people I love give me the grace to grow while I figure things out hesitantly.

Confess...

The city was made of artificial stars that outlined racing streets and crooks that ran them as they were, in fact, the thieves of the night.

Every man and woman was the same; each paved in the same tired, equilibrium of exhaustion from wearing high-heels for over 8 hours or having the bitter scent of cigarettes on their business suit.

It was a city of paper and light; there was nothing official ab...

I see a canvas that’s stretched out morbidly too thin and layered too deep.

An empty opening with the deadliest reflection in the eyes that pierces the veil of perception and locks in with a gaze staring back into perfect nothingness

When I look in the mirror,

And if I ever do,

I’m reminded that vanity is the very power of the soul that cannot be measured or understood through simple visuals or ...

The most profound form of existence.

The resistance, the revolutionary cognitive dissonance;

I love your voice but you’re most attractive when you’re…

Silent.

I love the way your mouth curves as you speak about your passions and doubts but I love it more when you’re…

Silent.

I love when you talk to me about how I set your soul on fire but I love it more when the tension grows and we both go…

Si...

I knew it was wrong,

Yet I was unfazed by the consequences of my own emotions—alluding to the strain of the greatest story ever told yet the most somber requiem of what should’ve been more than unrequited love.

Ive read the Bible many times,

Indulged in the worst kinds of metaphorical, poetic pleasures,

Sinned against my own autonomy,

However;

Loving you was the worst crime of all.

It was the u...

If you and I could be Aves

I am certain our paths would cross somewhere being wanderlust in the same faint places

Sharing dances and companionship

Choosing one another to cling to and dive to the deaths

But to also be reminded that once we prepare to land we can also be reminded that together we fly....