I´m in London for 4 days again after a very busy week and it´s great fun, although British winters are what they are- wet, windy and grey. But God, do I love this city! So much choice in terms of things to do, food to eat and people to talk to! So cosmopolitan, I feel so good amidst all these nationalities, so at ease with their politeness, their inclusion and their diversity. I almost feel like I belong.
When you hold me
I feel at peace with myself,
My arms lie restful
In my lap,
My breath is rhythmic,
My heart beats steadily.
Gone are the murky thoughts
And sleep comes easy
Like a quirky sentence,
You make me feel so funny,
Did you know?
They say you shouldn´t patch love with love
You should let your soul heal first
But how do you heal the loss of love
Unless you fall in love again?
I survived this week, although I had my doubts! You see, I forgot my luggage on the train to Skien on Tuesday and I had serious withdrawal symptoms from my Mac. ;-) I was longing for it like we ache for love-haha! Talk about addiction!But now we´re reunited! <3
Mornings are ruthless
They come with a sort of a backlash
And I loose my footing
Before I even open my eyes.
You linger on in the air
Like a certainty
Someone that’s always been there
How can I start anew?
Let’s hold hands and eat oysters
Talk about silly stuff,
I like the little things the best.
I’ll wear a pretty dress for you,
And let the soul be naked,
You seem to be the kind that stays
But then again,
All men seem enamoured
With me in the beginning.
There´s nothing like waking up at 7 on a Sunday morning to boost your self esteem! ;-) Haha! Especially if you´ve had trouble sleeping, like I have lately.
Joke aside, work is one of the few areas where I still feel on top of things, so it was good t0 fly to Trondheim with an attorney I´m buddies with and that tried his best to fit me into his schedule just so he wouldn´t have to use another interpreter. If that´s not flattering, I don’t know what is. ;-) And right now I´ll settle for professional flattery any day! So sick and tired of the other type of flattery, I wish I were plain looking sometimes. It would be so comforting, people would have to peel one layer at a time, like an onion. Or not peel anything at all. Which would leave me better off than now, anyways. :-/
Good bye, sweet lover
Wish I could say you were a blast,
But I don´t do blast
I only do love or sorrow.
When I told that to the psychologist,
He didn´t raise an eyebrow,
He simply said- it´s your way
And I thought to myself- Finally!
Even if I pay him to do so,
It´s kind of empowering anyways.
I have a date tonight
High heels and red lips
The usual “trick”
Wonder if I can trick myself into it, too.