Dear Anxiety

I’m a little bit anxious, that my anxiety is about to come back I feel it in my heartbeat, I can feel it in my chest I don’t want to be medicated with these drugs anymore That have this unpronounceable name and this orange colour I don’t want to need them to survive the night, … Continue reading Dear Anxiety

The Perfect World

I’m trying to learn to find a balance Between giving and receiving, being grounded and believing Between ignorance and knowledge, wearing blinkers and seeing   I try to find a way to feel, but not to hurt too much Because sometimes, the world is on my shoulders I move with a heavy heart I see … Continue reading The Perfect World

Poetic Lover

Every line he speaks to me, sounds like poetry Unintended and unaware, unconscious and unprepared I love the words he speaks, the letters that cross his lips I love the way he pronounces, every sentence sounds like magic I don’t think he knows, how much he makes me write How much he inspires me, all … Continue reading Poetic Lover

Roses

In my room there is a glass vase with dead roses in it. Even though the drought caught them and turned their colour darker, they’re still beautiful to me. I won’t touch the petals, because I know they’ll crack. So I adore them at a distance, I let them be still and look sad. The … Continue reading Roses

Pieces of My Mind

I went from insecure, to confident, from immature to self-aware, to breaking my unconsciousness and living for the unprepared. I came to love the unexpected and to hate all that was planned, I suffered from the consequences and the way life went. I have no idea where I am going, where I’ve been or where I’m … Continue reading Pieces of My Mind

16.10.2018

It’s funny how my body can’t distinguish anxiety from excitement. There’s only a fine line between the two, at least according to my body. In both cases I get really nervous, for no particular reason – at least, most of the time there is none – and I feel restless as hell. My hands and … Continue reading 16.10.2018

Inspiration

Inspiration is a funny thing isn’t it? It’s autonomous and it doesn’t listen to anyone or anything. It gives when it wants to, not when it’s asked for something. It flows and it dances, along with circumstances. It whispers and it hides. It’s in melodies and signs; it’s in words and images, in pictures and … Continue reading Inspiration

Dear Moon

I love the way you guide me, the way you bring light into the darkness, the way you’re always shining. You’re so static, but moving, changing and forever soothing. You hide during the day, just to shine bright at night. You’re connected to the sea, the weather, space and time. I wish I could touch … Continue reading Dear Moon