Calosha Gomes

I am listening to the same song, one song that could turn the frown upside down, on a random morning and at midnight, that I can’t wait to get over. The one that got me, out of some rough patch, I never wanted to be in.

One song, that has made the difference, that fifty others could not, on repeat. I am watching the same movies, where Harry has gone through pain only to be, happy in it.

Teaching me pain is temporary, so is happiness and every other emotion, even hopelessness. Something, that’s this temporary, can’t be that bad. What is permanent is if, I decide to live with something that’ is, temporary.

So, I pick what gives me calm and peace, when I close my eyes. So, I pick what others call miracles, not only on a hard day. I am picking it each second. I am picking what kept me safe, when the walls came closing in.