The love I see between the Moon and I at 1:27

The love I have towards myself
is as big as the space between
our rock
and the Moon. 

The love might even be bigger
but I don’t know how to compare it,
how to describe it. 

I know love is not for describing
but 
I just want you to understand it. 
If I have that much for myself
then I will have some for you as well. 

127 days to let go

This quarantine 

is brining out some

deep rooted 

repressed feelings

or questions

or emotions 

and it’s perfect. 

It really is. 

Because I feel like I’m finally

truly releasing some 

old habits

and doubts 

and pain. 

And it’s perfect. 

127 versions of me

i taught myself to be 

more

sensitive 

more supportive

a little bit more spontaneous, 

taught myself to

believe in magical moments 

and hold them in the heart forever

to be more susceptible

more selective 

and it turned out

that it's possible 

to grow more and more

into the person

you should be

the most magical version

of your own 

Architecture 1-2-7

The architect in me
is building
bridges
and tearing down walls

simple as that
cliche as that

the archidect in me
is growing
flowers

peaceful as that

so
not an archidect
but a gardener.

Can't hurt me around 1:27

I will always
love you

but you can't
hurt me
anymore

and it sets
me
free

Learn to serve your heart

Learn to say "no".
Not only to your thoughts and to the rush hour, or when you're feeling your weakest. Learn to say "no" to humans who make you wait for no reason, who make you doubt for no reason, who make you want to say "no" even if it's for no reason.
Learn to say "no" to almost everything that doesn't serve you or your heart.
Serve and deserve.

Sometimes learning to say "no" is the way of saying "yes" to yourself.

Not your idea at 1:27am

Do not create
the idea of me
and then manifest it
over
and over again.
I'm not your idea.
I will not become the ideal.

Let me create
myself.
By myself.

1:27pm in Amsterdam

Me,
being dreamy,
doing a lot,
doing nothing,
enjoying,
laughing,
saying kind things,
has nothing to do with you.
It has everything to do
with me.
I want this for me,
not for you
to see.

1.27 tornado

Wanting to be a tornado
in the most peaceful
day
is your way of
feeling alive.
Nobody should take the
tornado out of you.

Soov olla tornaado

kõige vaiksemal päeval

on sinu viis

tunda end 

elusana. 

Keegi ei tohi

seda sult' võtta. 

127 unknown pieces

My heart is a

fragile

piece of

unknown. 

Who knows,

knows. 

Mu süda on 

tükike
habrast

teadmatust.

Kes teab,

see teab.

Water your heart at 1:27

You cry
because you need to cleanse
your soul
from dust.
And to water
your
growing heart.


Sa nutad,
sest puhastaja vajab
su tolmune
hing.
Ja vajad kasta
oma
kasvavat südant.

Suudelda Peterburi

Ma ei jaga suudlusi inimestele, aga hüpoteetiliselt jagan ma neid endale, igale tundele ja asjale, mis paned mind tundma seda midagi - olla suudlemisaldis. Ja ma suudlen narratiive, mis lõppevad ja sadamast lahkuvaid laevu. Suudlen romanssi ja neid, mida kunagi tegelikult ei suudleks. Suudlen vaikselt ja vahel lärmiga; suudlen, et sulada kokku ja kõndida eemale. Ma suudlen postkaarte, mida kunagi ära ei saada ja uut pinda, mida suudelda ei taha. Ja ülekõige suudlen ma ohkeid, mis väljendavad lahti laskmist või õndsaimat rahulolu.
Ma suulen ära oma valu ja suudlen siia oma täielikkuse.

It was not 1:27 but I was feeling it...

From this time on
my promise
to myself is
to take care
of myself first.
I do not
care anymore
about hypothetical thoughts,
about hypothetical
things
and words
and promises.
I care about
well being.
Simply being.
About how and who
puts the stars
in my sky
and eyes,
about why
I want to be
kissed and killed by the sea.
I care about what makes
me
me...
and what
makes me
dance in my poetry.