A revelation has struck me

we have always been writing together

two hands, two hearts, connected by an invisible bond

even when we write to ourselves guarding jealously our texts

we are in fact corresponding

and weaving our own stories in words


That is how we are constructing the path

toward the peak of self-knowledge

one little poem, little story, after another

all fragments, cobblestones of our journey

as long as we do not reach the highest summit

we cannot build all the cities we’ve dreamt about

and our focus should be toward telling our own stories

traveling our own path, without despairing at how tiring and painful it is

but trusting into the beauties that await us

faithful that one day all our dreams will take shape

non-caring of the time it takes to reach our destination

for we are already there, in the deepest part of our heart