All you got to do is breathe.
Breathe in all the oxygen.
It’s not that hard.
Life is waiting for you, it needs you to stay open, to let its magic reach inside of you.
We are here for so much more than this.
Don’t let life down, don’t let yourself down.
You have come so far, but to just show up here is not enough.
Don’t get caught up in all the dialogue, the drama and confusion.
Feel the wind brush against you.
Feel it’s breathes in between your finger tips. Let it touch all your softness, and all of your edges.
Listen to it whisper to you, its freedom.
I became lost in a world that hides behind steel cages. When all that is sacred becomes pushed away.
In a world where time is never enough, we are never enough. We are fooled you know.
The world telling us that there is a place that we need to be, a place we need to get to. We are taught that we will never have enough money and we need the “perfect” body.
Where love has been twisted, that only our desires are important.
We are made to feel so inadequate and small. We aren’t meant to be free, we are meant to suffer.
But I wont be fooled. You can’t fool someone who has already been here so many times before.
I have the oldest part of this universe inside of me.
When I walk, I walk with the wind
softly brushing against me.
When I speak, I speak from my heart. My heart is love and so is every part of me.
You see, you can never ever ever beat love.
You got to slow down.
You got to stop staring at your phone, you got to look up at the sky instead.
Look at life, feel it, breathe it.
Life is so much more than you think. Find it, it will free you, it will save you.
Stop taking photos and posting them on Instagram. It’s all fake, it’s not living.
Stop getting caught up in this utter insane illusion.
Stop thinking. We need silence. Then you will hear your heart and you will feel real joy.
Love yourself, I mean really love yourself.
Treat everyone you ever meet with respect. No one is better than anyone else. Every single one of us are equal.
Remanants of those moments, still cling on to me sometimes.
Holding on, in my dreams.
It makes me think of the emptiness, all over again.
The way love just stripped itself bare, right infront of me.
Leaving me with just my shadow.
I was forced to reach inside, inside the emptiness.
It was all taken away from me, my life suspended in time.
Now I have learnt how to fight my battles. I have learnt how to use my sword. I learnt that all I had to do was raise my sword high in the sky, and call out surrender.
I can’t control it. I don’t even know what it really is.
All I know, is that I have to wake up each new day, and live it.
Live it and love it so much that it hurts.
Whatever life brings to me, whatever I choose to bring to the table.
Even when everything aches, I still show up.
Your soul can’t be absent here, it doesn’t work like that.
You can’t classify yourself dead, when you’re still alive.
Sometimes I don’t feel like I am part of it, like inside of it.
But that feeling doesn’t last.
It stops and it changes and turns into something more beautiful.
It’s like life, hears me cry.
It feels my heart beat when it’s a little different.
Whatever falls, always gets caught by life. Then it becomes, set free allover again.