I’m standing on this bridge, in between two worlds. The same magic that is there in every moment, seen and unseen. I remind myself that what I’m feeling in that very moment, is not a reflection on what really is. I create dramas and worries that are only real because I make them so. That life paints a different picture. Life is always dancing and nothing can change that, even silence.
Every time I lay down my head, something pulls me further away. Like a magnet, charged by the shadows that are left behind. I cling on to them, ignoring the light that exists. And I become lost and disillusioned, by the tragedies from my past. But I know that I’m getting there, to the place that I have not known in a long time. In my heart I’m already there.
In this place, the stars shall be enough…
Inside the chaos, their is a softness. A sweetness, a gentle touch.
A love that never stops.
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.
Don’t get caught up in all the dialogue, the drama and confusion.
Feel the wind brush against you.
Feel it’s breathes in between your finger tips. Let it touch all your softness, and all of your edges.
Listen to it whisper to you, its freedom.
I’m afraid of my own emptiness. I fear the pain that lies deep inside.
But this emptiness will save me in the end.
No love will be lost. I’ll find my own way home.
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.
Their is no life here, only light coloured petals.
All its bright colours have faded, washed up to sea.
I don’t want to be left heart broken.
Even though I know the more my heart breaks, the more capacity it has to love.
It grows again.
Just like the light coloured petals will.