Every morning, every night – I ruminate, I think that ‘if this may be my last day, may it be.’
I have been weak, always. Fragile, ethereal – always holding onto strands. I know it, I feel it, I accept it. But I have always been brave.
And that is not only about one aspect of the life, every aspect.
I may have cried, I may have sobbed, I may have felt caterpillars in my stomach – but I never flinched, I never backed down, always held my shoulders high…!
I scream. Not because of the fragility, but because of the strength I push.
Vamos…!