Glance At The Wonderland

83897130_2761868763835794_8692489254158204928_o (1)

I wish I knew tomorrow, its color, door, smell, language, breath, embrace, warmth, style, makeup, mathematics, stories. I wish I could hold it on my arms boogie on all the way down the train downtown, make my best accessory du jour but I don’t know tomorrow. I know, however, it is always promising, full of accolades and blessings, dance and music, books and pens. It is never perfect but perfect enough for I to call it mine, drive through with my rooftop up, shootout to whoever at the bus stop that I have spoken to the Man Up Upstairs and He told me to tighten the seatbelt, buckle up, sit still and breathe. I got this, He said and I replied, ok, my seat is up, decorated and ready to mingle with tomorrow.

©️ Angela Aguiar

Pour Le Voyage

20130722_150830 copy (1)

Past is yesterday. It cannot be recreated or reenacted nor ever brought back. If it were possible, many would be nurturing present, begging it to hurry back, stay in and make bed. Turn the page in your book. Stay in the now!

©️ Angela Aguiar