Reflections Before Bedtime #50

By: Gabriela Yareliz

Sometimes, our thoughts get tangled like string, and the spool keeps running until it finds a wall that stops it. What if it finds a staircase that allows it to completely unravel?

Sometimes, our hearts swell. And we aren’t sure if it got bruised or if it fell. Or perhaps, it simply can’t contain all that is within. Or maybe, it heard your voice, and it decided to grow wings.

We are always digging and discovering. Sometimes, we find that what we thought was real is fake, and what we thought was passing is here to stay.

Maybe, every passing day is a hammer hitting on a nail that can now withstand the weight of a thousand pictures, worth a million of these words. A million.




“I overheard the man whisper,

‘I am a lover not a fighter,’

I thought,

I am in fact both.

For is it love at all

if it’s not worth fighting for?”

Tyler Knott Gregson











[Images from Tumblr]

Published by Gabriela Yareliz

Gabriela is a writer, editor and attorney. She loves the art of storytelling, and she is based in NYC.

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