loneliness is the sensation of not feeling loved. enough.
besides the fear to never find home, her biggest fear and biggest insecurity is to not be loved. to be taken more or less randomly for someone to feel less lonely, because her greatest talent is to be able to love and to be very patient. for the rest, she's just a strange 18-year old human being getting stranger every day.
so, she continues giving, spreading love... of course, love is selfless and it is given just to be given, love is what it is. but she doesn't deny that she always, always hopes to get some back but it's always too little for a person like her, thirsty as hell.
she tends to give more and get less and this is destroying her.
lonely as devil down there, not even seen.
where is she?
i want to write about fire and smoke, about loving and letting go, holding on and giving up, being strong and letting down. about living life happily here, just here, to reach a higher perception of perfection, lapping up fully every moment in its delicacy.
Freitag, 15. Januar 2016
she - thirsty as hell
Donnerstag, 7. Januar 2016
Mittwoch, 6. Januar 2016
a pretty new one about... yes, about what?
an old one about waiting and about hope
only the moment matters
like a good song
where the tension
slowly grows and you wait
for the beat to drop
to let go off everything
and feel pure happiness
so is life
it goes up and down
good things come slowly
it takes time of calm
to freak out
and then
only the moment matters
an old one about not feeling anything anymore
something in me died
autumn's coming
snow is beginning to fall
up there high in the mountains
snow is beginning to fall
even down there deep inside me
hiding what was alive once
but isn't any longer
and still didn't rise like jesus did
this lack of energy
that turns into deep sadness
nobody here
feeling me
and i am lost
it is frosty
at least ice keeps it safe
will it survive
till sun comes up?