The melody of the city Oh London, I was dreaming about you again. I woke up disoriented, homesick for your foreign magic, your crowded streets and your Victorian architecture. Yearning for your bittersweet taste & the sweet, cool smell of your early mornings. I’m craving for your sights to touch my eyes again. I want … Continue reading London, my beloved
it both chokes me and frees me, haunts me and inspires me, breaks me and heals me, leaves a bittersweet aftertaste in the corners of my mouth. the night holds my heart in the way you used to hold this damaged organ. i remember how you held my hand, unwillingly to let go, while strolling … Continue reading melancholia.
Sometimes I forget to be proud of myself. I’ve been so hard on myself ever since the day I was born. Always striving for perfection, feeling guilty when resting & feeling like I’ve never done enough, like I never tried hard enough. But God, how hard I tried, how hard I try, every day again. … Continue reading Proud
I have trouble with being patient, I have trouble with waiting And it’s the one thing about myself I’d like to change I wish to be not so impatient, to go along with whatever comes my way Maybe it’s just the fear that it’ll never arrive Once I’d let go of the desire, of the … Continue reading Not Soon Enough
She says she is not insecure, but yet you don’t see her a day without make-up She says she doesn’t need somebody to love, but loneliness hits her as soon as she wakes up She tells everyone how happy she is and she even starts to believe it herself She has got everything she needs, … Continue reading Find A Way
She wanted it so bad Not needing anyone She prayed so hard She could be perfectly happy by herself But the more she tried to be content with her own company The more lonely she felt And she could admit that all along it was love that she needed But she didn’t want that to … Continue reading The Gap Where My Heart Used To Be
I have no idea where my intuition is taking me, I have no clue what path I am on and if I’m right to follow. I feel like I’m following the colours of the rainbow, chasing the stripes, expecting to find a bowl filled with gold, that might be an illusion after all. What if … Continue reading Intuition