Yo quisiera

Yo quisiera
que en este instante dentro de mi estuvieras
para que comprendieras
el cariño inmenso
que siento por ti.

Pero mas quisiera
tenerte en mis brazos
como ayer te tuve
fundir tu alma
con el alma mia
y despues morir.

Porque sin tu presencia
que es luz de mi existencia
yo muero poco a poco
desde que tu te fuiste.

"Yo quisiera embriagarme con tu vida echa poema, 
yo qusiera ser el alma de tu alma, yo quisiera 
tanto, tanto ser tu dueño vida mia"

Pero mas quisiera
tenerte en mis brazos
como ayer te tuve
fundir tu alma
con el alma mia
y despues morir.

Porque sin tu presencia
que es luz de mi existencia
yo muero poco a poco
desde que tu te fuiste.

Were all looking for answers in work, in life, in everything. Sometimes the answers we’re looking for have been hiding just below the surface. Other times we find answers when we didn’t even realize we were asking the question. Sometimes the answers can catch us completely by surprise. And sometimes, even when we find the answer we’ve been looking for, we’re still left with a whole hell of a lot of questions.

Grief

The dictionary defines grief as keen mental suffering or distress over affliction or loss; sharp sorrow; painful regret. As we grow up, we’re taught to learn from and rely on books, on definitions, on definitives. But in life, strict definitions rarely apply. In life, grief can look like a lot of things that bear little resemblance to sharp sorrow.”

Grief may be a thing we all have in common, but it looks different on everyone.

It isn’t just death we have to grieve. It’s life. It’s loss. It’s change.

And when we wonder why it has to suck so much sometimes, has to hurt so bad. The thing we gotta try to remember is that it can turn on a dime.

That’s how you stay alive. When it hurts so much you can’t breathe, that’s how you survive.

By remembering that one day, somehow, impossibly, you won’t feel this way. It won’t hurt this much.

Grief comes in its own time for everyone, in its own way.

So the best we can do, the best anyone can do, is try for honesty.

The really crappy thing, the very worst part of grief is that you can’t control it.

The best we can do is try to let ourselves feel it when it comes.

And let it go when we can.

The very worst part is that the minute you think you’re past it, it starts all over again.

And always, every time, it takes your breath away.

There are five stages of grief. They look different on all of us, but there are always five.

Denial.

Anger.

Bargaining.

Depression.

Acceptance.