I am not that broken,
I have realised...
I've just cut myself on other people's shards,
and now I'm going down,
bleeding out in broken people's crowds //B
Summer isn't a time for mourning
Summer makes sadness feel out of place
Summer is so out there, so exposed, so raw
Summer laughts directly in sadness's face
Yet summer makes me feel worse than winter blues
Making fun of me through it's colours
Summer no longer sparks joy in me,
It hurts, it shames, it overpowers //B
My favourite person in the world is me
And I fear not
to give myself credit
I am the one who sets my value
I am the one who determinates my actions
I am the only person in the world who can make me feel pretty
I am the person who formed my opinions
others may have influenced me, for sure,
but I am the person who has revolucionalized my way of thinking
I am the person who saw me at lowest, the one who told me not to jump, the one who told me to stop cutting, the one who told me that I should recover
I am the person who picked me up when I couldn't go any longer,
who saw me crying, starving myself, bleeding and told me to stop
I am the person who motivates me to get up every morning even t...
They told me to write down questions
I had about life
and I wrote none
And they said it was great
that I'd nothing I wondered about
But there was no
in me left
My dearest lover,
Another day has passed,
and there is still a lot of things we have to do,
today, next week or tomorrow afternoon.
More and more days will pass.
And what will we do next?
What do they offer to wild hearts these days?
I guess we'll just go through another day
and than go sleep again,
count sheeps and say goodnight,
kiss the skies, the stars, the clouds,
keep our dreams for days to come.
Hello there again!
I finally made some time to colect my thoughts and sit down to write something again. How lovely is to write letters late in the night.
I have written so many tests this week I can't even count them. Luckily, I have only one next week (well, only one that is important).
This test craze reminded me of one part of my life that I regret a lot.
If I had to name this story, I would name it:
How normality killed imagination
I was around 11 at that time and I loved to write. I loved to write so much. Once we had to write an essay about our pet. Thinking back, it was a really stupid topic, because not everybody has a pet.
So those who didn't have their animal frie...
While jumping over the fence,
she wasn't thinking about the ground down under.
But when she hit herself hard,
she heard the first noises of coming thunder.
She threw her last look on the sky
and smiled, saying quietly goodbye...
There was no one to hear her words
she said, just wind that still blows...
It's been a long day, hasn't it?
It already got dark but here in the city it's hard to see stars. Even though I love the city I live in, I sometimes miss the countryside with sky so wide and stars so bright you feel like you're living in gaint snowglobe.
I wish I could just sit with cup of hot tea and watch stars in quiet understanding of space and things behind it. What do you think is behind the space?
I have created theory on my own. It's really simple.
Behing the space is a corridor. It's all white without doors or windows. Just a strange light is coming out of walls. And you go. This is heaven.
If you jump high enough you'll find a red corridor above this one...