I wanted to mean danger.
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 …
of tales and stories.
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
seeing yourself.
I think almost all of us can think of a moment where we felt understood and seen by someone when we needed it the most. I do not claim that there are many people out there who are paying attention...
little moments.
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...
a need to reboot| being the mean one.
In my head i have this picture of where I should be. How I should be. And for some reason I am always miserably failing in doing it justice. Always striving for perfection- or maybe just peace?
Goodbye. Hello. Warmth.
Autumn air makes me dream a bit. For me it is like an reminder of what I once found to be true. The smell of crisp air containing all the memories you tried so hard to forget... and where do we go from here.
MY ABILITY TO RUN
My ability to run from things scares the helll out of me. And still am not quite sure if I wanna be stopped. This year meant nothing but chaos so far...