Where I was most lost.
I found myself in all the places, I was most lost. -ekp-Hardships only happen to change something deep in our character. Deeper as in beyond our control. You were ready to trade Egypt for reality but…
One Morning.
"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…
Dear Heart, don't hold back.
Dear heart, learn to lose it all. Don’t hold back the insanity of being an endless history... eternally wandering on the search for life and beauty. Barely hanging on to hope and the path filled with doubts.
Feeling it all.
I am feeling it. Feeling it all. The peace with myself …that caused war with everyone else not willing to face their inside. I am feeling it. The loneliness of being misunderstood…
I do not belong here.
I’m having some time to think about stuff since it is finally weekend. I had little to no time for meditation/ lying in my bed and processing my life and that is something my heart is desperately…
waiting.
Caught in between unfinished stories and what if’s . How to draw the line of where your heart can’t take it any longer.... is there a point where the feeling of uncertainty reaches more power than the love you..
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?
Late Summer Days.
Late summer shots ... I miss the smell of warm sunbeams and adventures in the air... let my heart be always full of expectations like I’ve never been disappointed, never been hurt before . Flood my heart...
A NEW YEAR| GOING BACK
I feel like 2017 was a year that really shocked me.... where I really reached my limits and saw how I was reacting in circumstances I was never in before . I discovered that I am not better than others...
I think we would be great.
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.
case impossible.
what do you do at the point of total failure...of impossibllities. The end of you holding onto hope... of too much pain . Of being the kind of lost where you feel restoration is impossible.
Home.
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...
Keeping yourself busy.
Sleepless nights. Keeping yourself busy. And then there comes the point, the edge of the task, period, day, experience ... and then you have to decide: do I go another round or am I gonna breath