It´s a rainy Sunday morning and it´s good to be tucked away from the world and just dream of pretty things, instead of paying bills, sending invoices and worrying about my finances, like I should. 😉 Sounds familiar? Continue reading
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?