She couldn’t calm her mind easily. Even as a child,
her imagination roamed on long legs; and her mind
hardly kept up with the stories she spoke. Soft and
fragile, yet strong willed she danced through the days.
Chasing her dreams, which flew with the wind, like
dandelion seeds. Guarding her untamed heart,
healing it every time it broke. Staying true to
herself, not letting others sway her thoughts.
I hope your dandelion dreams get to shine bright,
on the big blue sky; I hope to find you there.
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Memories are echos of the past in your mind,
Captivating you from the present moment,
They give your days a certain weight,
Your heart racing, your breathing heavy,
When you repeat certain emotion.
A moment of what will come next, what will happen to you,
Carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders,
Roaming around, watching where you're stepping,
Days living on autopilot, as if you're willingly caged,
What does it take to lessen
the seriousness of our fleeting existance?
Why do we extinguish
the passion of our wide-eyed children?
Do not silence the child within you,
he is only asking to be heard
and loved unconditionally.
Some people are like acorns,
they fall into the unknown grounds,
and with little sunshine and a little rain,
they sprout, without knowing how,
they grow tall and are a signpost for others,
offering a safe haven in the shades.
Some people look at you,
as if they have stars in their eyes,
milky way at their feet, their thoughts
are echoes of the cosmic winds,
touching you deeply and profoundly,
gently guiding others across the night sky.
Some people have a fire in their hearts,
that no amount of water can put out,
it rages with a passion known only to them,
they burn their bridges and their cords,
from out of that smoke a phoenix rises,
again and again, for they are unstoppable.
Some people are a little lost at sea,
soaked by rain, searching for a current,
constantly plunging from a stream to a waterfall,
the secrets of the deep blue ocean are
written in their bones, maybe that's why,
they are a bit restless, always searching for home.
Her skin is a shield, yet somehow he managed to reach inside
her heart, with warmth in his eyes and kindness in his
voice.
They are walking their own path, yet they cross here and
there,
as if they are leading in the same direction. It feels as if
it's just
one long journey back to themselves. They know each other's
souls.
She asks into the blank darkness of the night: "Do I
reside in a corner
of your heart?" There is no reply, just a shiver
running through her body.
He is close by.
it's not that I've fallen,
but I feel stuck, as if
I've fallen down the fountain,
and my friends are just
echoes of ghosts in the walls
it's not that I've drowned,
but I feel as if, I'm drowning
somewhere deeper into the depths
of the dark hues of the ocean
and I'm neither heard nor seen
it's not that I've failed,
but I don't seem to understand
the game they are playing
as if we're actors in a masquerade
and I don't want to play my part
it's not that I am eager to leave,
but I don't want to be
living like this any longer
we're all growing, and sometimes
it feels as if we outgrow the space we are in
