Why do people always get in touch with us in the busiests moments
And then they vanish without a trace when we need them the most?
Why do we come up with thousands of ideas for activities while having no time for any
And then run out of ideas while being overwhelmed by our free time?
Why are we bedridden on the days when we crave to go out and stop thinking
And why are we always on the go when we wish to slow down and think for a while?
Why are we always affected by people that hurt us the most or don’t care at all
And meanwhile we totally ignore those who would do everything for us?
Why do we underestimate things that we surely possess
And overestimate those that we are about to loose or which we’ve never had?
Because at the end of the day every cloud has a silver lining
And we are grateful to each struggle for making us wiser and stronger.
let me undress you tonight. Take off all this forced courtesy and come straight to the point. Don’t cover yourself with your protective masks and poses. For the first time be completely naked and unveil your true self.
Don’t be afraid, I’ll teach you everything. I know how it feels to be purely sincere, vulnerable and dependent on understanding and empathy. First times can be painful, so make sure that the person next to you was carefully selected.
As you are already in my shoes, let me be clear. Any meaningful relationship, no matter how you classify it, always consists of two souls, two minds, two hearts. They trust each other fully, like a climber and a belayer, being at both positions at the same time.
Now imagine what happens when one of those two lets go of the rope for his own convenience, without warning… Who cares that he is willing to grasp it again after a break he craved. The companion, to blame for his trust, got injured and does not understand anything at all.
I’ve never aspired to be a doll, easy to put back on the shelf when you are bored with it. I’m not a free-time toy, my personality makes me a climber. Now please make sure that you are ready and responsible enough to follow me to the high mountains, for a safe and mutually pleasant expedition.
I’m sorry for feeling so perfect with my imperfection.
Forgive me that I have the audacity not to be satisfied.
With the others.
The lesser devil does not suit the lifetime dilemma.
Let me abstain from voting.
Nothing is easy on the eye, no living balm to my heart.
I stay clear of it all, not to let myself down.
Please don’t judge my head, constantly in the clouds.
Don’t blame me for believing, that I deserve much more.
There is a thing as inconspicuous as powerful.
It does not have wings, but even a moment would be surprised how elusive it can be, when you wish it to stay.
Without a body it can shame the stone by its resistance, when you try to free yourself of it.
It can bring you down like a villain – easily, ruthlessly, before you know it.
And immediately thereafter your broken self gets surprised how this angelic being lifts you up.
It is not a fighter, so do not compete. Make it your friend, have a stormy affair.
Do not expect a peaceful spouse, but let yourself be inspired.
Make love, not war.
Don’t hold your thoughts back, write poems.