Is this feeling new

Cuz it feels just like before

But that one was through

Is this something even more

Or will this be like before...

I don’t know what's been up with you

But I know you’re not the same

I’m not sure why you act like this

But I know it’s not a game

I could never read your mind

I’ll never know I did wrong

And you don’t wanna tell me

So determind to stay strong

I’m sorry, I can’t change like that

And you’re stubbern as fuck

I can't always be the one to cave

So I quess we're kinda stuck

Writing this reminds...

You know my thoughts but that’s okay

You look at me I look away

Cuz in your eyes I see what’s true

Why I could never be with you

Was all you fault, you made it start

Played with my mind and with my heart

I was young and saw no harm

Falling deeper for your charm

We fell hard, didn’t take long

Had so much fun, the passion strong

On and off, every time I’d mend

But easily fall in, over and over a...

It’s her birthday. She blows out 23 candles. Imagining 244 more. They wouldn’t fit anyway, she laughs at herself and shakes her head as she pushes away the crazy thought. How could all her birthdays fit on one cake?

I mean, the cake would have to be massive but also the people eating it would need to know why. Of course they won’t, they can’t and never will. She knows that. But still grabs her c...

Feeling known

I’m not alone

It fills the need

And I succeed

It gives me grace

When I need space

I feel at home

When im alone

And no one knows...

My favourite colour is black, but I can’t say that here, so I say blue. Blue like the sky, with a touch of white fluffy clouds. The kind of clouds you can mold into bunnies and dinosaurs

But not black like the crow.The Crow brings death....

I never knew him myself. I never met him, but I always wondered what that picture of me on my father‘s desk might have meant if he saw it. Did he see it? I don’t actually know myself, but I have to imagine he might have. I know that my dad invited him over, that there was a possibility he might have come to my house, but I was way too young… I think …I was too young for the things he was accused o...

Can you hear me or are you listening ?

These two things are often confused and rarely combined. Sometimes speaking only helps the person providing the words and not the person receiving them. Most times it hurts the person speaking and fall short on the person hearing, because they are not listening.

When you hear the birds, are you listening to their song?

Do you hear me?...