When you live with the heart,
you stop negotiating with the sky.
You learn courage by drowning,
not by floating.
I rewind each night
midnight becomes a rehearsal of forgetting,
the lights go out but my mind keeps sketching
worlds that haven’t signed a lease in reality yet.
Maybe this is a letter,
or a trick to exhaust the ache.
Maybe it’s the caffeine in the word maybe
that keeps me awake.
You said it’s a game of no expectations
and I believed you,
the way a wave believes the shore will still be there
even after breaking a thousand times.
I don’t expect you,
I just expand
into love that doesn’t ask for anything,
into the fever of what isn’t convenient.
If I could choose,
I’d still choose the hard thing,
the beautiful mistake that keeps teaching me
how to breathe underwater.
Because when I live with the heart,
I live with courage
and courage is the art of staying open
while falling apart in style.
— Juanda
Juanda @juanda
From 🇨🇴/living in 🗽
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