Sometimes I feel like a giraffe, my soul stretched upward, searching for answers in the leaves of the wind, while the world watches me from below.
I walk slowly, but with determination, carrying the tenderness of someone who has lived a long time, yet chooses peace. My eyes, two mirrors of serenity, reflect a horizon that others cannot reach.
It's not easy to have my heart so exposed, as visible as my neck in the sun, but I've learned that vulnerability is also a form of beauty.
I hide among the tall trees, not out of fear, but out of respect. Because I know that greatness doesn't scream; it glides, it bends, it offers itself.
And if you ever see me cry, don't be scared, it's just that Heaven touched me, and I didn't know how to thank it.
