If your propose would have been irrelevant you would have  yearned for slumber, but you - you’ve been set ablaze only to tell this world the story  of how gold is being made.

Being me, I don’t know what that means Stretching myself into the unknown Until it hurts to be seen. Resting my fears in your consciousness While finding you means loosing me. I wonder- if the space in my heart for what is right grows..

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…

And grace doesn’t only find you on blood drenched knees when you are begging for help to lift you up from the pits hell, it opens your eyes to see that in your most rebellious and hurting moments it was chasing you with love, it was…

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…

I wanted to mean danger in the most innocent ways. Scaring your fears to death while calming a restless breath. With a look in my eyes that unveils every failed attempt of love as a declaration of lies …

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…

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

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.

No matter what happened… I always had this sense of knowing where I am …who I am …somehow I always was able to grab myself. It was the last piece of control I had left. Control over myself

You wanna get to know me? Show me all of who you are and then some more. Unveil your fears and joys, Let them loose…falling into arms that are willing to hold

„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 ...

Just had some thoughts on love these past couple of days.... That maybe sometimes we need to let go the idea of how it should have happened and how it is supposed to be and just let it be what it is...