There is a treasure hidden in traveling alone... spending time with yourself ... in cutting yourself off from the constant influence of others .... everything and everyone around us is constantly speaking messages..

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…

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..

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

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...

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...

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 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...

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 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.

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.

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...

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

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. 

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