Am I slowly saying goodbye to 1:27?
Some people have the magical power
to get skin deep
by just looking at you
you have the magical power
to
make me doubt
about what I feel
and who I want
and what I need.
You have the magical power to make me
choose you.
Tuesday, December 31, 2019
Monday, December 30, 2019
127 ways of falling
I fell in love
in a supermarket
and in my bed
after a few glasses of wine.
Fell in love after every lovely greeting card
and sent postcards.
I fell in love with laugher until
they weren't funny anymore.
I fell in and out quicker than you could imagine.
I fell in love with cowards
until I fell for you.
Until I fell for me.
Actually.
in a supermarket
and in my bed
after a few glasses of wine.
Fell in love after every lovely greeting card
and sent postcards.
I fell in love with laugher until
they weren't funny anymore.
I fell in and out quicker than you could imagine.
I fell in love with cowards
until I fell for you.
Foto: Marlene Kirt |
Until I fell for me.
Actually.
Unfolding for 1:27
Things are unfolding
and all I can really do
is sit back
and watch them
effortlessly unfold,
sit back
and watch it all happen,
sit back
and finally let it bloom.
The most powerful thing right now
is to be patience.
To enjoy the process of opening.
and all I can really do
is sit back
and watch them
effortlessly unfold,
sit back
and watch it all happen,
sit back
and finally let it bloom.
The most powerful thing right now
is to be patience.
To enjoy the process of opening.
Tuesday, December 10, 2019
127 inquiries
all my best photographs
have you in them
you made me realize
how to compose my life
how composition works
and you made me realize
its time to let go
when the composition
doesn’t serve you
anymore
i am my own muse now
inquiries are open
for another one
as well
have you in them
you made me realize
how to compose my life
how composition works
and you made me realize
its time to let go
when the composition
doesn’t serve you
anymore
i am my own muse now
inquiries are open
for another one
as well
Kindness towards 1:27
The hot liquid
falling down her throat
wasn't alcohol.
It was kindness
towards herself,
kindness towards the lost,
kindness towards the ugly past.
Kindness towards her heart.
falling down her throat
wasn't alcohol.
It was kindness
towards herself,
kindness towards the lost,
kindness towards the ugly past.
Kindness towards her heart.
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