Million little parts of heavy stress laying on my shoulders waiting to fall off and start their own way into, well, nothing I guess. It is just so enoying to know how much is waiting for me to be completed. Like a rain cloud slowly coming towards me just to pour the rain over my head and making my hair all wet and fuzzy. And as my hair turns fuzzy, I know I will be losing my way and clear sight. I must have a void in this daily thing to escape, not just a little bit, but really turn free. Even if it is just for a month. Maybe a month is excactly the right amount of time to recover and let this start all over again.
A place where there can't be any insecurity or doubt, just because there is only space. Space for me to walk, to dance, to love. Putting full effort in all I do and not giving every piece just a fragment of effort because there is no time and soul to more than that is present.
I wish it was that time. I feel a waterfall coming to crash into the rocks beneath me, carrying all kinds of things, maybe things I don't need, maybe things that àre of importance for me. I don't know. I can't see the future, but I sure want to control it. If only it were possible. If only I could.
A few notes hitting right strings, they could make everything looser, shake up reality into a new reality. Old things become new, new things are getting old.
I'm so glad I have you. You are my torch. One that fiercely burns throughout all darkness, but needs to be fueled to stay so. I will collect all my power to keep fueling this fire, for it is everything to me. And I know you know this. Because it is the same for you.
That's why we are.
That's why we will be, and stay forever in this mixture of dreams.
But always in the warmth.
