The wind whispers, ‘it’s going to be alright’. Life holds me like the stars holds its stars. Strangers bring me their light, smiles like golden hours. They fill me up and carry me.
But when I allow myself to be completely alone, I feel an emptiness. The scars deep inside, I can feel every inch of them. I taste the blood inside my tears. And their is no one to carry me, to hold me. I wonder is it because I don’t need anyone? Or is it because I have been forgotten about?
But maybe it is meant to happen, when I’m grey and old. When I have exhausted every strength, lived every ‘me’ time to its fullness. And the wind will whisper to me, ‘he has arrived.’
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.
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.
I’m trying to not let the world break me. Instead it strengthens me.
It hides inside moments and teaches me.
It makes me feel so deeply.
It makes me feel everything, as I close my eyes and wish that it would all go away.
But who am I to want to give up so easily. The pain doesn’t last, it just trickles down each of my arms, never reaching my fingers.
The awarkdness is me.
I’m trying to squeeze all of me, into every tiny little moment.
Their’s this excitement, this life force, that runs right through me.
I know my place in the world.
I know this where I belong.
Their is a flicker of light, that never goes out.
Even when the rain pours…