By Mac Guerreiro
Eye go through phases, Some of them last seconds, Some last ages, Yet something recently shifted, Feels as if eye've been gifted, A reminder of sorts, Something my wounds could never distort, No matter how hard they'd try, Eye've found real belief for myself, And eye won't dare question why, Because now eye know, It's "hold back or die," And eye've just begun feeling alive.
Born in Brazil and raised in California eye am an artist better identified as a conscious creator and intuitive healer. My gift for storytelling in various forms as well as my keen perception into the metaphysical allows me to share my perspective in ways that eye hope are of help and use to those around me. Thank you for reading, listening and watching; it means the world to me. View more posts
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