Here, (with you), today

So I believe I've arrived to where I was meant to keep going. I have arrived to the end of that and the beginning of this. Not that I was aware of crawling through the border but here I am, notwithstanding, on the bright side of the line. After everything that had nothing to do with my life, at the beginning of everything that finally has something to do with it.

And I just wouldn't ever move anywhere from here.

(the moan in the back of my throat)

Look me in the eye.
Tell me to do things love does.

The snow. The wait. The dream.

I remember how bad I wanted to see the snow melt away from the rooftop of that house which was standing in front of my balcony like an immovable piece of rock. And spring came and the white stuff was still there. And birds started to sing. And forest animals started to nibble new seeds from the melting nature and the sun, oh the sun wasn't shining cold any more, but the snow was still there rejecting pictures of the future that only spring can offer to the dreamers. And I was aching. I was aching to see the world change and go up in flames just to turn that very last square meter snow into nothing. I was dying to breathe free from all care, I was dying to start living the dream. And I remember crying with bloodshot eyes when I felt a snowflake land on my face on the first of May. And I also remember when everything disappeared. The snow. The wait. The dream.

The morning after

I couldn't remember what it felt like to have unshakable theories about why not to fall in love. 

The puzzle's always undone

In the end there's always a folder full of pictures 

you hide just to make yourself forget to open it again.

Letters that once had saved lives but

the words now lost track of who 

they're written for. Dreams shaking under 

the carpet from the cold fever of not
being able to become anything more but
dreams.

And you know, there always is a past

we chose to burn down to the ground. 

And so is a future,
In which a past like that
Has never even been a part of us.

The world I live in

Prepare yourself dreamer, not even your dreams are unbreakable here.

The weak spot of the game

I promise not to break promises. Ever. (Unless by mistake.)

A better reason to play

And if the sun won't make me want to drag myself out of this bed today, you will. 

confession (first and last)

I love you. You're like a bullet through my existence, that's why.

Rain happens

"And then? What happened with them?" she asked.

"Nothing" she responded "nothing unusual. They've secretly continued dreaming about each other but have never gotten back together. They have learned to curve the corner of their mouth upwards in situations where others expected them to smile. Even if they didn't care for the meaning of this word anymore, they had the movement under good control. Laughter was no longer a greater adventure than taking out the everyday trash. They have gotten used to it like you get used to seeing dreams come and go and die."

"Sounds unfair to me" the heart whispered.

"Because it is," the senses whispered back "but sometimes last pages remain unwritten and people lose sight of the stories. Someone once told them it's the law and I believe they have never questioned it just gotten used to it, too."