Every Day is Pure Blissa

I’m thinking of those people in my life. The sweetest of the sweets who have watered me with their spoken faith. The steadfast, the patient, the idealists who have waited for me without pacing, happily being with the rhythm of growth. The ones who left long voice-mails of buoyant belief. The ones who are so satisfied in their own core that they easily step outside of themselves and into my dreams. Su happiness es mi happiness. The sparklers. The realists. Fanners of flames. The loves of my life.