.

I think it’s brave

How I search for the stars amongst the darkest of clouds.

I think it’s beautiful

How I doubt my intuition at night

And my head drowns in the pillow.

I think I need to be my guide,

When my heart gets lost in love,

When my nerves start to wreck my skin,

When my brain tries to procrastinate happiness;

Happiness that I deserve, happiness that I want.

I think it’s adorable

The way I rise above my vulnerabilities;

That break me and make me at the same time.

The way I can observe people,

Listen to words and dive deep into emotions.

I think it’s visionary,

The way I build my walls with candles.

I like the way I let it burn and melt and fall.

I think it’s spontaneous

How I love to fall in love

And the way I trust that love too,

To save me from falling.

I think it's magical

How I can make the sky wipe off my tears;

And cry for me.

I think it's sacred

How I am someone's favourite hiding place;

Where he can hide anything and everything

Without the fear of getting lost.

And how he knows, I'll protect his secrets,

I think it's trust.

I think it's new,

How I can undress my thoughts without any hesitation,

How I work to heal my insecurities without any shame,

How I hug my body with confidence,

How I embrace my soul with love.

I think it's hopeful

The way I am experiencing myself.

Better than ever.