breathe again Mother Nature, I hope now you’ll receive the opportunity to heal. I pray human hands will not be able to touch you for a while. Their violent actions are nothing but an assault, damaging every part of your beautiful corps. While us humans stay inside, please take the chance to breathe & breathe … Continue reading breathe again
Winter’s Blues Crisping cold and militant windknock on my bedroom windowI’m shaking the night off my shoulders &wash away oppressive memories My hands are exanimate, my nails crumble,my eyes wander across the willowsMy heart’s still in the afterglow of last year’s spring Every time, when I lock my peevish eyesI’m still there and you’re still … Continue reading Winter’s Blues
dear me, i love you & forgive you for all the times in which you felt like you had failed. i know how hard you try each day, just to stay alive. i’m so sorry there were times where you felt like you weren’t good enough. you’re so brave & strong. i’m sorry i make … Continue reading i see you
Maybe I’ll pack all my things and I move there tomorrowStart a new life, take the train and change my nameI did it before and I would do it once againThey called me out, but they didn’t understand So, here’s to the lost dreamsHere’s to the wandering heartsHere’s to the meant to be’s, that didn’t … Continue reading Here’s to the lost dreams
Whenever you feel lost, read this Look at you, made out of stardust, creating magic in a casual world. Your eyes are sparkling, the curiosity they hold make them even shine brighter. Those eyes have seen more beauty than they can remember. They’re the entrance to your soul, to which many beautiful hearts have had … Continue reading Whenever you feel lost, read this
I opened up in the midst of the hurricane, hoping that you could help me stitching up the wounds, that were souvenirs from the battles I fought against my own flesh, blood, bones and nerves. I thought maybe this time I was right to believe the weather forecast, even though I’ve always been a sceptic. … Continue reading ‘you’re naive’ – ‘i know’
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.