I wonder if love stories can outgrow themselves. That they missed so may right timings and failed all needs at the wrong moment. I am wondering if you could have been what I saw you being in other parts of yourself…

 Almost midnight, mid week, mid quarter, mid year. Crowded house playing in the background and my fingers are hesitant to type. So many times I lost you, tried to keep you close, played those songs…

I guess I felt really uninspired... I wanted to write honestly. Wanted to say what I am actually feeling. All the fears I am breathing at the moment. But I just couldn't. If I would have, I would have had to feel the void…

You are a home that has been turned into a war zone. And even though everything happened for a reason that you do not fully understand yet, it is time to come home. Come home and win the very …

Some days feel like I can forget how it felt to be held by you. Where I don't remember the look in your eyes when you took my hand and shared a piece of your precious heart with me…

"I wonder if there will be a morning when you'll wake up missing me. That some incident in your life would have finally taught you the value of my worth. And you will feel a surge of longing when you…

It was time for a little bit of fashion again. It was actually snowing on eastern - which is a bit bizarre for this time of the year.  After two years of waiting I finally bought my first DSLR camera....

Poetry pick for this month... You never stole from me.  Never forced my heart. Never caged me in. Since the first day I met you, you left my soul free and my spirit open

To those moments. Reminding you of what love feels like, dropping down heavily like pouring rain from grey skies-  not able to hold back any longer,  endless nights  and caring texts. Love may ask you to...

I saw a willow tree, breaking the sunset into soft layers of soft sunbeams. You were deeply rooted. Unshakable unmovable fascinating. The surface showed layers and layers of fights and trust.

Peace. That is a place where we feel home. When everything is restless, gets too busy and we feel like we lost something ... I think we like to go back to that place where we felt home. Maybe home is...

And just as i started to realize you were real , you slipped through my fingers . I never had you . You were always the in-between-state of uncertainty and not leaving. 

„Being needy equals being  worthless“. That’s what my thoughts bouldly proclaim. Fully convinced that I would never be that person, I distanced myself from everything that could ...