extraordinary

the days pass by.

the extraordinary is getting normal.

life is easy. life is as it is supposed to be.

I find rest in the calmth of the waves, the wind in my hair.

passing streets as if I’ve always lived here.

I don’t have to run, I can take my time.

I doesn’t have to be perfect as long as you think it is enough.

It was worth the wait.

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#114

God, life was so fucking easy.

And we will look back, thinking those were the good old days.
And we will do it again and again and again.

zonde​

haar afdruk in mijn
vingertoppen gebrand
en haar bloed stroomt
door mijn lichaam
en hij vraagt
wanneer het
verdunt raakt en
langzaam weer
mijn eigen wordt
ik zeg dat ik
niets anders wil
dat is een zonde
hij knikt
en begrijpt
wij waren onlosmakend
verbonden