They come like wild flowers. I got used to solitude, I got used to my own skin.
Then you came out of nowhere, and you caressed me. Your hands touching my skin, this time. But you lied to my heart. With the soft strokes of your finger tips, you made me feel that I mattered, that I was enough. But you didn’t really want me. You just wanted to make me feel like you did, so you could feel good about yourself.
All of the wildflowers, are taking their toll on me. Instead of already feeling whole in my own solitude, I have come to yearn for that certain sweetness that you can’t have on your own.
You didn’t just come out of nowhere, you came out of this beautiful deep blue sky. Like the brightest star preparing for new life, you shot right down. You found me inside this beautiful and sometimes crazy world. You landed yourself and all of your light, on stable ground.
This is life. Right here, right now.
That exchange between your coffee cup and your waiters hand. You have a moment and right away you feel that magic.
The sun touching you, at exactly the right spot, the very same spot it touched you yesterday.
Nothing else matters, but right here, right now.
Life is just way too precious, to be anything else. Anything but magic, when moments so light, so full of joy or in that moment of clarity and so much peace.
You never left, you’ve always been here.
In the shape of a flame, flickering away, in a place that is close to my heart.
The sky has always held us both, together in its embrace.
It already knows who we are, it knows the song of my heart, the song that we dance to when we are laying down with our hearts beating close together.
But still I can’t reach you. I feel parts of you, but not all of you.
I want to know, if I should still hold your sweet gaze, for just a little while longer.
I don’t want to wait anymore.
I’m cringing inside.
I’m just thinking about being blessed with your presence.
Your kisses, were like wild stars, exploding, trickling down my skin.
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.