No you were never Earth and they were never your Sun you were always your own Galaxy. Gabriela A Tejada Copyright © All Rights Reserved. All Images were taken by me unless stated otherwise. Advertisements
Tag: inspiration
This is a love letter to my past Pains
I think that we need to appreciate all the trials the pain the grief we’ve been through. Embrace it all because through it all we fought to keep our sanity and came out of it whole. At that moment we fear for our being cry for what we think is the end of us without…
Self Accountability
Part of becoming aware is understanding what we’ve done. Growing through experiences, and maturing through reflection. Throughout our early stages in life, we aren’t fully aware of our actions and how they affected others, let alone how they affected us. Our words were loaded Our anger pistols Our dismissive attitude and self-absorbed ways were blackholes…
SOUL
I hope that today you can look at your reflection and understand that there’s more to you than what you see. Gabriela A Tejada Copyright © All Rights Reserved. All Images were taken by me unless stated otherwise.
Pray
We become so jaded in life so used to being hurt that anything else is terrifying. We write every interaction off because we think everyone is the same without understanding that, that then means we are too. As cliché as it sounds, everything happens for a reason. We meet people for a reason. We live…
Undressing my Conscience
You held me tight as you walked me to the mirror slowly guiding me in front of me now staring back is my reflection. You asked me What do you see I smiled and in my most authentic self I expressed that I saw deep brown eyes holding novels and supermassive black hole galaxies….
Slow Walk Home
I felt though what vibrated off of your soul and into my pores, I felt each drop penetrating my hard walls of fear, each vibrating wave coursed through my fingertips to the center of my being as your eyes held me afloat. I guess I felt it too hard because I became addicted, needy for…
Passion
I gasp as your hand’s mold against my body, your touch igniting my soul aflame as your blue eyes watch my every movement, they watched as I danced for you. Each movement calculated practiced prepared by my torturous past to be ready for my first and final performance with you. I dipped my fingers in its…
