You are
My chest is the sky you fly,
when life gets tougher, giving me always that leap of faith of something new, better.
I look around and all I see is very dizzy, then I watch in your face the reflection of me, being myself, true.
You are a gift from the purest source of energy, love and complicity. Can we say is luck?
Call it whatever.
For now, I’ll just call it... joy.
