In-between of 1 and 27

I'm scared of
being and feeling
in-between.
Not together.
Not alone.
But
in-between.

Of people,
places,
seasons
and time.


Ma kardan
olla ja tunda
vahepeal.
Mitte koos.
Mitte üksi.
Aga
vahepeal.

Inimestega,
kohtadega,
aastaaegadega
ja ajaga.

127 hours of sleep more

Seesama kuu
vaatab mind,
mida vaatad
sina.

Hetkene kaugus
ei loe.
Kohe lähedal.



The same moon
looks at me,
what you are
looking at.

An instant distance
doesn't count.
Soon right near again.

Her kisses at 1:27

Her kisses are cold
when it's burning
outside.
His kisses are warm
when it's freezing
inside.


Ta suudlused on külmad
kui kõrvetab
väljas.
Ta suudlused on soojad
kui külmetab
sees.

127 litres of saltwater in Crete

You touched her

sun-kissed skin

and she knew

you are 

better

than any other

warm island. 

Sa puudutasid ta

päikese suudeldud nahka

ja ta teadis,

et sa oled

parem

kui ükski

soe saar. 

127 freckles on Crete

I was procrastinating
my life away.
In a good way.


Ma lükkasin oma
elu edasi.
Kõige paremas mõttes.

127 minutes of Crete

Oh, how much I've
rushed
and not looked
who's next to me,
what I'm passing,
how I'm breathing.

Oh, how much I've
missed.
Oh, how beautiful it is.


Oh, kui palju olen ma
kiirustanud,
vaatamata,
kes on mu kõrval,
millest möödun,
kuidas ma hingan.

Oh, kui palju olen ma
mööda lasknud.
Oh, kui ilus see on.