Hey. @1.27

I stopped telling myself

that I’m lost,
that I have no backbone,
that I’m scared of the things I can’t control.
I started welcoming the unknown
slowly,
very slowly.
Even if I’m not convinced yet,
I’m holding my doors open,
eyes clear,
heart curious
and 
mind in between of them all.

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She sat down
looked outside 
while the daytime turned into
a long gray evening.
The earth and the conversation
were moving together. 
At one point she stopped 
in her head 
and thought 

“Is this it?” 
Or 
“Could it be?” 

She didn’t know the answer. 
Maybe the other side of the conversation knew,
but they both kept it quiet. And wondering.

1:27 eyes

Your sandy eyes are always 
reading the room
looking for the answers 
watching who’s arriving.
And in those beige brown eyes 
a visitor
could find a life on its own –
where the truth and kindness meet, 
unspoken desires live. 
The lucky quest 
would also find out 
that in some days 
your eyes turn vivid green
and then nobody 
can stop you. 

For falling. 

Again?

I can't wait to meet you

again

after all this time 

"Again?" you ask

Yes, because I have known you 

all along, 

that you are coming

or arriving,

however you'd like to see it. 

It is

Erase the fear

I'm always in love

Even if I don't know you 

I've always been in love 

It is what it is. 

Find your love

Find where the pain sits,

where the struggle awaits, 

where you can pin-point the missing feelings,

where body meets the soul. 

Be still for a second and look for it,

no interruptions, no outside thoughts. 

Be quiet and connect with the body, 

deepen the conversation. 

Find where the pain sits

and where are you. 

Is the pain with you, outside of you or where does it belong. 

Find where the pain sits

and then start to let it go. 

Find where the love grows. 

Hmmmmmm. I wonder.

I wonder

if I ever cross your mind

when you're in the middle of a conversation, 

in the darkest hour of the day, 

wishing for a vacation, 

waiting for peace, 

aiming for adventure. 

What makes you laugh and what makes you stay, 

what are you hoping for 

and do we even dream about the same things. 

I wonder

is it okay that you're in my head?