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?
February 2016
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?
February 2016
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!
Somebody understands
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.
January, 2016
I´m not defining myself through love,
I know I´m enough on my own
I only wish I could forward this affection
Towards my neglected self
Instead of everyone else.
I´m so tired, oh so tired
Won´t you hold me for a while
Don´t say a word,
Just let me have a sigh on your shoulder
The silent kind,
The one that doesn´t change a thing,
But leaves you hollow.
January 2016
I just read somewhere about in-betweens. The time in between these few moments of bliss that our life is made of- love, a smile from a stranger, a walk in the park, a sunny day, a cup of good coffee, a dog licking my face, the newspaper outside the door first thing in the morning. The person said she had a difficult time dealing with the in-betweens. Who doesn´t? I have, too.
I don´t know what to make of them. I don´t know how to let time pass without panicking like it´s my last second on this planet. I don´t know how not to live fast or just sleep it all away. I don´t know how to act like a normal person. I don´t even know what normal is, because to me I´m normal, it´s all the others who are strange.
Being at home for a few days at the beginning of January was so soothing! It´s a wonder how family and close friends have the power to get you on the right track again, help you pull yourself together. 😉 I already wrote a couple of entries on the trip, but now I got the pictures to go with the story and it´ll be easier to see what I mean. 🙂
Just look at us, three generations of beautiful and strong women! 😉 Every time I speak to this little lady here I feel my chest swell with so much love, it´s amazing I don´t choke! She´s that special, the little rascal! 😉 So funny, too! She makes me laugh so hard I start hiccuping!
“Hi, how are you? I´m fine!”
“Hi, sweetheart! I´m good, too!”
“Who are you with? I´m with my baby doll!”
Sugarcoat it, baby, won´t you?
Let your words fall down on my hopes
Like December snow
On my sleepy lashes.
Come to me sooner
And stay with me longer
Like a morning dream
Lingering when the alarm clock sets off.
January 2016
Hurry up and feel
Feel the breeze on your cheek
Feel the changing of seasons
Wash over your soul
Like an echo of longing.
Hurry up and feel
Feel before it´s too late
Before all you want to do is sleep
Sleep your days away
Because it hurts too much to be awake.
Hurry up and feel
Every sunrise and blooming tree
Every cup of coffee
Every tender touch.
By tomorrow it´ll be too late
The depression will have darkened the sight
And your soul will be numb
Like after pulling a tooth.
January, 2016
This New Year´s Eve was my personal low as far as I can remember and yet it turned out pretty cosy in the end. After a tearful day with lots of Amy Winehouse “Love is a Losing Game” and the feeling that 2016 would never come and I´d die the loneliest person on the planet, after drinking Prosecco as soon as I got home (13:30) and wailing in the bedroom for a couple of hours, I decided I should take a shower, put on my face, bake a cake and take a cab to my cousin´s, ´cause by that time Sam was already terrified by fireworks and I barely managed to drag him after me 10 feet.
Next year I´ll wear my mask brighter
And keep my cards tighter.
Next year I´ll be more me and less us,
I´ll build my own shelves
And cry my own tears.
I´ll be walking down new roads
Another ones, not yours,
But my own.
Next year I´ll be as strong as my look-alike
The one I see in the mirror
Everytime I leave the house.
December 2015
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