terwijl het lijkt alsof alles veranderd buiten je macht om, voelen we ons klein. kleiner dan de oncontroleerbare snelheid waarin het leven doorgaat. maar als je dichtbij kijkt blijven sommige waarden onveranderd. zijn de dorpen nog dorpen en de stad ongrijpbaar magisch. de onschuld blijft hangen en de rem blijft los. blijkt de witte wijn nog koud te zijn en de avonden warm. als je dichtbij zoekt blijven dingen comfortabel onveranderd.
Author: Josephine
Semi-personal blog. Dutch and English poetry and stories that document my life. Sincerely believes in writing as a form of therapy.
phases.
‘Cause sometimes I get scared that everything is temporarily and that things will change, but not for the better. I get caught up in feeling like our future is bound to be ruthless and fearful.’ ‘But then again everything is divided into phases, everything that defines us has come from different parts and pieces all throughout. I have to remind myself that not all endings are necessarily bad cause they teach me where to start again.’ ‘The coming and going of phases have taught me when to pull the plug or when to take a chance. They taught me when to start over, cause lately I feel like starting over has always been a good thing.’
‘Phases are always temporarily, but in the and all these challenges take me somewhere higher’
bubble.
love is settling. love is soothing, – calming. being surrounded by love erases the thoughts of missing out, it eases the dirty cracks in your mind. you form a bubble of happiness and laughter that’s bigger then the doubt. life becomes a playground where pain is always temporarily, the flowers win from the mud.
I’m in a bubble and it is called love. and she is there with me.
entitled
And some days I think I love you a little bit too much. It consumes me whole and clouds my mind. All I can ever think about is you, you, you. I feel so sure that this is real that I don’t know how to live without you. I keep you close like a second skin, a virus inside my brains. You become my primary lifeline as if I don’t need to breathe. But I do, I live and breathe your being. I am entitled to the beauty that is your presence. Entitled to loving you, cause I’ve tried but I can’t stop.
#123
I’m not ready to let go, and not ready to move on.
I’m living in a dream and I don’t want to wake up.
#122
And if this will be the dead of me,
it was worth it.
And if this will be the end of it,
it was worth every second.
#121
Two hearts, one strike
How do you deal with fucking everything up, being entirely your own fault ?
