Find me a way

I am in no haste yet, still it feels I should already be somewhere
else.

I ask for something impossible to betray
There's a simple rail to follow
grab it with both hands, wish to let go

I have asked and so I'm shown
The liquid that is blood comes washing down

If there is a language I can speak to make you understand
please be on your way

Not knowing the feeling that comes next
I bow my head
Not feeling the need to stay
I bow my head
Not knowing what all I fear
I bow my head

I walk the steps that lead to you
please come meet me on the way

This rain

washing down the streets

I can hear it on the roof
I can see it in the streetlight
I can feel it on my face

This rain washing down
I feel it melt away all that has been waiting to be washed away

This rain that falls

This rain
in the dark
soaks me
soaks all around me

This rain that falls
I have waited for long

Now,
I can tell you
Now

sweets, candy, chocolatehearts

the sun shines with an awesome strength today

I watched seagulls
crows
fly over the moon
Unaware that from where I was looking it was all like a massive lightshow

Sun lighting up every white feather
Lightblue sky softened with scattered white clouds


Raspberryfilled sweethearts
I've enjoyed them long enough
As the evening comes

the stars will sing
the moon shine down

It's time


It's time


It's that time.

Fly with me

Today shines with the special kind of dark light of rainy days.
Momentarily it becomes darker, only for the grey to become the strongest light there is.

Butterflies, I thought yesterday when I felt it was getting too grey for me to be able to survive without a cry. And at that thought colours arrived, light offered its guidance and I learned I should not spend my days in awe,
but accept the fact that all the beauties are my sister and brothers,
me equal among them
we one strong
one light
one being
one feeling


I don't have to depend on someone to help me along
as they don't have to depend on me.

It goes without saying,
without asking.
You are here, I am here.

We are.


Thank you, I want to say.

There are others. We are all here.

Uncrossed keys

I might see the light that shines in through
the thoughts of lack
the grief; the mourn; the greyscaled emotions
that
drag
down.
I might see the light that shines forth from myself,
I might want to squeeze my eyes shut to keep
it from escaping; keep it from leaving me
But is it leaving?
Or is it sharing?
Or is it showing others how things are, how things
could be? I add a questionmark to most things today,
I forgot the keys I needed,

and all the papers are strewn around some floor
I’m not walking on right now.
Steps slow down as they pass me and I want
to look up and tell beings to be gone or go
away, but I have a feeling inside that tells me
they wouldn’t understand anyway.-