Found me on a basement floor
back when I had lost it all
Told me what the fight was for
and I’m not giving up no more
You elevate the life in me,
illuminate the in-between
Forever gonna feel this free and
I’m not giving up now.
“You are like a dancing dream, full of bright lights and colors and explosion. I could watch you all day and when you speak I never want to stop listening. You make me fall in love without even trying, and you don’t even know it.”
I wrote this ages ago. I never share little pieces like in the moment – it feels too vulnerable. But when it has all passed and when my heart has settled.. the stories become easier to tell.
He made such a mark on my heart. It was a very brief and fragile time, but I catch myself missing it every single day.
I can’t seem to find my way back home
The same path took me somewhere I didn’t know
Is this the part where I give up and die?
For they either had me rid of or denied
For when I shout I start to mumble
All these words stuck in my mouth
I see help arrive but I can’t do a thing
And with the heat I start to tremble and the air’s lost in my lungs
While I can’t seem to break a single sweat
Is this where I wanna be, is this where I wanna sleep
Being lost in isolation and defeat
Do I have nowhere else to go, or is there somewhere I don’t know of
Would you take me away from this please?
Faces changing, everything’s not right
How could I have let this chance slip by
Well it’s that day that comes again, and we see nothing in the rain
And my head’s in the clouds the whole night
This ain’t the end my mother said
For life is too short as it is
But I bear in mind that we are all that we need to be, to be complete
Today, somebody – a father figure – gave me permission to let go. I didn’t know just how much I needed that until I heard it coming from his lips. What a relief it was, after all this time, to finally be allowed to.
The expectations of other people can sometimes be such a cruel thing. So beyond the “shoulds” and the “shouldn’ts”, I’m taking back my own damn life.
Coffee, hope, poetry. I don’t know if I’d read it somewhere, but these three words keep ringing wistfully in my head lately. Perhaps it is because they are representative of the things that tug at my heart the most in this life. Oh would we all be so lucky to have our days filled with drawn out coffee conversations, quiet hope and beautiful poetry that makes sense of it all. What else could one ask for. Perhaps it is the simplest things that mean the most after all.