He asked me " where do you want to go?"
I would have said 'Take me home'
But then I remembered I didn't know where it's.
For most people home is a place with a beloved one
And for some it's a shelter from the cold.
For me it's more of a feeling.
The feeling you get when you hear your favorite song for the first time
Or that giddy feeling you get seeing your crush
Or the warmth you feel from a stranger's kindness.
But that would have been too hard to explain...
So I said " The Golden Gate. "
Have you ever felt like you belonged nowhere?
Never-ending lands ahead,
these giant rocks covered in green
I see on the other side of the coast,
are what once was a house.
Destroyed by the wind,
erased by the water,
just remainings that
remind home.
The grass is where ancients
were used to lay their heads.
Walking through the sites
for who once lived there,
just ruins of stones
it may seem.
Nothing replaces the campfires
after each storm.
The ferry approached the port
after the first rays of dawn.
The wind rose while
we dressed up cosy;
The town was still sleeping
so we sneaked around
the silent streets.
I looked through the windows
to find a sign of life, when
the wind was crawling
through the cracks of the wood
and the water was hitting the reef.
The coloured flags
hanging all over the main lane,
I thought of walking
in a ghost town,
Up, the train
down, the sea
loving the salty sound
the salty tears
on your face
Walking down at the beach
with our noses up.
The bridge is still looking
the seagull floating
through the damp clouds
It's still looking
from the past
to the future
Crossed like wrong words
on an old paper
that you wrote as love letters.
Sorrounded by roses,
the garden keeper is working hard
to keep them safe.
The large footpaths now look empty,
the blossoms are late this year.
He craves the time when
the gates are closing.
He can hear the silence of the garden,
just some echoes from the city.
He loves and trusts plants,
not like people.
Taking care of them is worth it,
he thinks.
They grow with love
and water.
He sees the results of his work.
Shhh...
You are in the potting shed,
where the eldest are chilling
and the children seem so far.
A quiet place to enjoy,
in front of a cup of tea,
or a strawberry tart.
It's the shelter in which
I escape from the noise,
organising tables, looking at the view.
Every touch is a memory of someone who enjoyed the moment.
I can see the sea right after the green hills,
a blend of peace and fresh air.
What a nice ending of the day
looking at the august sun disappearing
between the trees.
Strand of hair no.5
i walked outside
i let the wind guide
all the plants are dry
what lands on me, is a fly
i see that it's getting dark
i throw the nearest rock
i don't know why i did it
i get on the dirt and sit
it's starting to get dark
but i could honestly care less
this is how get rid of my stress
when the trees ask if i'm fine,
the answer's always yes
but on the other hand,
i don't like people
I don't know how to deal with anger
That's caused by myself
If it were with another person,
You could argue with them,
Or get violent
If you get mad at yourself,
And argue with yourself
That's not "normal"
But
No one gives advice to make peace with yourself
No one is open minded enough to think about it
That's the problem
Getting mad at yourself is like
Boiling water
Your optimistic and pessimistic self are arguing
Turning the handle from high to low
Something will happen.
Nobody knows what.
There's nobody to know,
There is never no thought.
But now there's something...
Slowly pulling itself together.
In the empty car parking lot...
The mind incomplete,
The weight of a feather...
But that state won't last forever.
The first thing you
should know about me
is that I'm not you.
A lot more will make
sense after that.
When we fall in love,
we get the this
strange feeling in our chest.
when we get our
heart broken it feels
the same so why,
fall In Love?
Is it Because we need the pain?
I will never have answer to this question
But I don't want one
Pain belongs to life?
Yes that's true,
But how much,
is the question,
An answer,
we'll never get.