The year of Awakening

2018 was the year of Awakening. It was filled with passion, successes, grief and many other emotions that I just can’t describe with words. For the first time in 23 years, I took my life into my own hands and decided to start living for Gabriela. I decided to start loving me. My best friend…

December

I remember it all, but remember nothing. Your being wrapped around my mind erasing our surroundings making you my sole point of focus. Your hand guided me through the city with such tenderness that the fear of the unknown kicked in but was settled by your calming cold lips against my warm neck as you…

Around My Neck

“I only need to close my eyes to feel the whispers of your love on my neck” … And that’s why I would wake up every morning with my eyes closed. The Goosebumps would always start slow, sneaking its way down from around my neck and traveling south, the same path that your slithering tongue…

Slow Walk Home

I felt though what vibrated off of your soul and into my pores, I felt each drop penetrating my hard walls of fear, each vibrating wave coursed through my fingertips to the center of my being as your eyes held me afloat. I guess I felt it too hard because I became addicted, needy for…

Anatomical Heart

As you get older you learn to distinguish between passion and lust. So many confuse love for obsession not realizing that the feeling should surpass the flesh and touch the Soul. Many falling, free falling into toxic, into unnecessary pain caused by naiveness caused by lack of self-awareness, Many giving what they don’t have to…

The pain of a wrong path

People are different paths in life. We all choose different roads in hope of it leading to our final destination, but many only lead to dead ends. Dead ends filled with despair and desperation because we’ve lost our sense of guidance. For a while, our gut feelings and mindful thoughts are drowned by the hormones…

Destiny

You said, “It’s written in the stars.”  as I laid on your side and your fingers roamed my thighs then you looked me in the eyes and softly whispered “I don’t know what might happen, but this is where we belong. “ Gabriela A Tejada Copyright © All Rights Reserved. All Images were taken by me,…

Black Streaks of History

From this height I can see the black they tried to restore it, but it will never be the same. You see the streaks of the pre and during cold nights war heart once white painted black then painted over in the hopes to forget yet, at night it still cries black. Dripping through the…