I believe in soulmates as much as I believe that the planets speak to us.
That god gave us two-of-a-kinds and that the mercury retrograde affects us.
Cause we were put on this earth for a reason, to accompany the rest.
The morning rises and we roll out of bed.
You soulmate could be waiting for you on the balcony, to watch the day unfold.
For others, we hope to see that particular number pop up on your screen, for him or her to say all the words you wanted to hear. All you needed to know, and everything you both knew.
Tag: poetry
Silence; A personal update.
I’ve always been devoted to my blog. I spent hours a day browsing synonyms and translations. I spent half a lifetime trying to put my thoughts into words. But now we’re here, silence, absence, without a goodbye. I’m nowhere near ready to leave my blog, I’m very proud of what I’ve accomplished here. Everybody who read my content and my lovely followers who like and comment on the better parts.
I haven’t changed. My surroundings have changed drastically, because of that I find myself being different than before. I still have a dark side, everybody does, but it doesn’t define me as much as it used to. Insecurities and past struggles have been resolved. I had this longing to be selfsupporting and it is working out fine. To all the people who have known me all along; this is it. This right here, this is as good as it gets. Good days and more good days. Excitement, laughter, adventure, life really.
More to follow, stay tuned. Much love, Josephine
#87
I’ve seen Milan, I’ve visted Paris, I graduated and I turned 18. But some nights my mind drifts and shifts and I can only think about the way your lips felt. That tiny little detail in this ever growing world.
28th of July
It rained. It rained the entire day and the entire evening. I’ve spent the last two weeks fighting against the warmth outside, it had been sunny the whole time.
I’m sitting on the front porch listening how the rain pours and how the sky trembles. I’m baring my knees against the cold and my heart beats slow. There isn’t anybody out on the streets tonight, the light are dimmed. I’ve been waiting for this moment. To sit on the front porch and to be silent. I’m processing the grief of this day and how I still haven’t forgotten about her. At this point I don’t believe I ever will. The thought about her still makes me sad and still makes me want to cry. But I didn’t cry and I wasn’t sad. I sat listening to the rain in ease, in silence. She chose not to be here. It hurts, but just a little. It hurts until it doesn’t.
It rained.
Proud.
I made it. I didn’t think I would. Nobody was sure that I would make it.
It was dark outside but there weren’t much lights burning inside as well. The day had passed and everybody popped their champange and ate their celebration dinners. And then there was only me left with mixed emotions. I had cried happy tears when I heard the news, that I graduated against all expectations. I was relieved and overwhelmed that everything I didn’t dare to dream of became reality. The one thing I fought for beyond all of my breaking points. All the unfortunate events and disadvantages lead up this very point where I had to make it right. I had to do it, not only for myself but for my family. For my dear grandfather who believed I could achieve everything I ever wanted. For my dear grandfather who was applauding and back petting when necessary. All I ever wanted was to make him proud.
I made it. I didn’t think I would. Nobody was sure that I would make it. He did. He always kept faith in me.
Days like these
It hurts to live without her but you got to do it. You have to wake up every morning and start breathing. Open the doors, brew coffee and be grateful. Realize what you have and have accomplished and what is left undiscovered. Sympathize with your siblings and stop fighting your parents over five dollars. Set yourself free, get out of the house and get lost, wonder. Feed your tiny little heart with beauty and surround yourself with your loved ones. We got once chance and we blew it. Own it, make up for lost time and find peace. Live and feel and breathe the morning air. Start again. Rise again. – things I should have told myself three months ago.
#86
Breathe. Look around. This world isn’t turned against you.
The overthinking 