I wanted to feel closer to you
as I let go of the strings,
pulling us nearer.
But people also pass
like tiny drops of rain
as I look through my window.
The flowers look brighter,
because of all the rain.
Today looks so still
the frozen moment
of me missing you.
But still playing over & over in my mind.
Sometimes we just never find out why.
Why or even what?
What the hell was that…
Beautiful
shooting stars
falling right across my heart.
Xo
Life holds so much wonder.
Wanderers of wild.
Reaching out,
reaching inside,
letting it shine.
Xo
Till their’s nothing left
but tiny soft whispers.
After the rain,
and the earth has been cleansed.
Will I then walk with you.
I will close my eyes,
take a deep breathe
and hold out my hand.
And let the oceans waves
tickle me inbetween my toes.
Xo
Dance,
with life.
Hear it’s song
playing underneath the noise.
The trees also have stories to tell,
but learn from them.
Watch their leaves as they fall onto the ground.
Letting go
with no urge to hold on.
Xo
We write our own stories
We live to live our dreams
It’s about meeting life in the middle.
Taking out your hand,
Picking the wild flowers
Acting on pure instinct
Surrendering to what is,
that cannot be changed.
To smile at strangers
& to always be kind.
Finding your wild,
Living it, breathing it.
Xo
Nothing that is lived is ever forgotten .
It pulls on the tides.
Stories & secrets
Your morning coffee
The stuff that make you feel safe & tingly inside.
The strings been weaved together,
The strings been pulled apart.
One by one.
Strand by strand.
It’s all smells so sweet in the air.
I feel safe,warm and fuzzy inside.
Xo
I love the contrasts of the days.
From warm to cold.
The freshness, the breathe of the cool wind.
It warms up my heart.
It wakes me up from the inside
and makes me feel so alive.
Xo
Without a sense of urgency.
A type of freedom,
that has already been set free.
And now everything,
is in life’s two hands.
I trust the hands that hold me.
Xo
I’m out amongst,
in
through
the world right now.
Yes I am siting alongside the moving cars,
but their is still that softness.
No matter where we are going,
or where we have already been.
We are alive.
That in itself is amazing.
We breathe, we bleed, we cry oceans of infinite amounts of tiny puddles.
Then we ask for more.
How do you stop yourself from not holding on.
Trust is the anchor, the one that keeps you centred.
Xo
She sits there,
smoking a black cigarette.
Her scent,
reminds me of the night.
She looks at me
and smiles.
I feel young
But I look old.
Xo
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