If I Only Knew Tomorrow

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If I only knew tomorrow, I would write it in a big piece of paper, color it’s boarder with fortress surroundings smelling like a lavender. It would be full of sacred words and dedicated to Mrs Butterfly. It would describe the lessons of yesterday and telltales of today and images of tomorrow on a thin piece of paper stuck in the library of lessons. But I don’t know tomorrow. I just envision it to be the food in my refrigerator, biscuits in my cantina, paper flowers in my corridor of wonders, the big pendulant on the street corner dance, a glass of water on my bedside table inside the prepaid package yet to be delivered.

©️ Angela Aguiar

The Fall of The Night

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Sunset,
the fall of the night,

full moon shining bright piercing the lonely dark sky,
stands tall;

mystic scintillant icicle stars,
freeze in time;
clouds weaving in and out in a coordinated
twirl,
hurriedly hastily,
enviously overlapping,
covering the glittered serendipitous majestic Moon.
The almost famous affair, the grandiose scene caters to the front row, playing itself out in tandem with an harmonic blueprint of the aspiring musician notes,

the sound effect of the breeze blowing by/

©️ Angela Aguiar

My 2018. Goodbye!

Years ago, let’s just say a few very not so distant months back, I embarked in this journey that only God could have taken me to and He alone knows where and when it will end. It is called, new beginning.

The beginning I have transformed myself into that even I don’t recognize. The beginning perhaps, is age, maturity or the one He had planned all along, I don’t know. The only thing I know, the road leading to it hasn’t been easy at times, excruciatingly incomprehensible but I am here, not quiet just there yet.

I learned I needed not to be afraid, not that guarded all the time but have faith, surround to the elements and once I did, I was able to embrace whatever and see it for what it is, tomorrow.

But just yesterday I stopped making plans as they would always end up with holes in them frustrating my mundane mornings of carousels. I stopped as, unbeknownst to me they were being written, they were never coming to fruition due to holes and I never understood why.

I just kept going, like Merry Go Round. So, I learned to let go and talk less about the plans as it became clear it wasn’t my job to write them but embrace whatever was already laid out in front of me.

I have been on an exploratory committee of sorts, on a train to tomorrow, an endless tomorrow that has shown its beauty, amplifying its tireless doors, drinking from a make believe bottle and I am liking it.

Tomorrow can never be promised but it can be a party, a party of life and you are invited but it is up to you however, to do whatever you want with the invitation.

To my family and peeps, I love you dearly. To you I will say, I had temporarily taken a detour but I am back. Hooray to new beginnings. Shout out to 2019. May you have an Awesome, Happy and Blessed Year. Much Love! ❤🙏🙏🙏😘