Through the Maze of life, I choose to get lost in you. Gabriela A Tejada Copyright © All Rights Reserved. All Images were taken by me unless stated otherwise. Advertisements
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El Comienzo de un Amor
Todo en la vida no es color rosa, pero para que viver en un mundo que es un solo colour? Yo te doy todos los colores del universe, y de ti nada mas piedo tu Corazon. Gabriela A Tejada Copyright © All Rights Reserved. All Images were taken by me unless stated otherwise. Â
Cosmic Collision
He paints me every night, our own version of the starry night, made out of my cries of passion and moon shaped scars of desire softly connecting the swirling red galactic marks left on my body to create the constellation titled ‘devotion’ planet of two uninhabitable by all creators us two. he sings to me…
Self Accountability
Part of becoming aware is understanding what we’ve done. Growing through experiences, and maturing through reflection. Throughout our early stages in life, we aren’t fully aware of our actions and how they affected others, let alone how they affected us. Our words were loaded Our anger pistols Our dismissive attitude and self-absorbed ways were blackholes…
SOUL
I hope that today you can look at your reflection and understand that there’s more to you than what you see. Gabriela A Tejada Copyright © All Rights Reserved. All Images were taken by me unless stated otherwise.
Hyperthermia
I’m scared to fall in love again. I’m terrified of free falling into the red abyss of vulnerability and acceptance. The thought of allowing you in while I’m still trying to see through my cracked heart hurts prematurely maybe it will never hurt but the phantom-like waves of drowning wash over me as my body…
Shades of Poetry
Every light emits a shade of feelings Every building a new story Every life another universe. Why? Because my City is poetry. Gabriela A Tejada Copyright © All Rights Reserved. All Images were taken by me unless stated otherwise.
Pray
We become so jaded in life so used to being hurt that anything else is terrifying. We write every interaction off because we think everyone is the same without understanding that, that then means we are too. As cliché as it sounds, everything happens for a reason. We meet people for a reason. We live…
Undressing my Conscience
You held me tight as you walked me to the mirror slowly guiding me in front of me now staring back is my reflection. You asked me What do you see I smiled and in my most authentic self I expressed that I saw deep brown eyes holding novels and supermassive black hole galaxies….
