It's a One out of three

1. 

 God gave us 2 eyes.

2 ears.

1 mouth.

However, these days it feels especially in the means.

I'm not crying out, I'm not crying at all.

Honestly, being used to numb.

Meeting people in the middle, try it.

God gave us two hands... trying not to use them aside for writing. The love of releasing your problems through poetry, a letter, a book is so real.

I know that we have for most part have been so digital with all of this social media but when is the last time you wrote to yourself a page about your life, feelings, visions?

This moment the only promise I'm making is living positively in the moment.

Ask yourself one thing...

What would it be?