He's the 1:27 of summer

He brought me back. 

To myself. And to them.

Some people just

let you laugh and think out loud,

accept you for being the way you are. 

Thanks to them

the darkness has faded, slowly and steadily.

Thank to him

I am back.

Even if he doesn’t know it. 

Strawberry

He is sweet like my-own-garden-fresh strawberry.

I expect nothing less.

His smile tastes like summer,

all year around

in every continent. 

Romance at 1:27

I keep romanticising

my life

away

I just keep going

I just keep going – 

changing everything that holds me back

that blocks my mind

stops my heart.

I just keep changing

until I feel new

and fresh

and free. 

127 humans

You don't need to understand

why I still accept the ones

who hurt me. 

You don't need to respect that,

see that,

hear about it

why I still decide to care for humans. 

He waltzed at 1:27am in the middle of the street

He waltzed towards me

and I couldn't help but laugh

because I have never seen

such a happy face

on such a happy human.

"I guess I swiped you off your feet?"

he asked –

I stumbled,

he caught me. 

I guess that's how it went.  

Southern wind is showing a way back home

Southern wind is softening up the warm summer air. I'm sitting and waiting and trying to listen to what I'm feeling. But I gotta admit – I don't understand it at all. Maybe I'm not listening enough; or not talking; maybe I'm not feeling anything but the "wish to feel something" is too big to understand it. I owe it to myself to at least try to describe it.

In this evening I feel like the truth has set me free and at the same time it's kind of lonely up here, watching it all unraveling. I sure believe there are some latent feelings that I can't comprehend yet about the people around me and about the ones that I've distanced myself with. I don't want to question their intentions but somehow, I begin to doubt their aims. 

Every dawn is teaching me to trust the wait

and to be with myself first. I can't go around asking for answers. Sometimes the quietness answers them itself. 

Southern wind is softening me up towards myself. A small setback is a small setback. 

I am always finding a way back home.