The child within

Do not let go .

We all have one.

Only sometimes we stop and refuse to believe anymore.

So we stop and do not listen anymore .

It´s wrong.

Fatal and terminal.

The day you decide that you do not need to believe in yourself anymore , that will be the day that you cease to exist as a valid individual.

It allows you to keep being young, regardless of how old you are.

Your real age, is not how old you are, measured in years, months, weeks or days.

You are as old as you want to be.

It only depends on you.

You and you alone.

There´s a lifetime to be old. But there´s so much time you have for being forever free.

There´s no Time (For Us)

It´s a fact, let´s face it.

It all seems doomed from the start.

It´s  like our time has passed  and we´re just running out of time, constantly.

Like we´re chasing it , trying to turn back time and make it all alright.

There seems to be no place for us.

Due to our stubborness we just do not let go of the desire to be toghether, no matter what.

Our will endures in spite of it all.

But I have until my last breath to find out if it was worth it or not.

All the waiting, all the believing,all the wanting, all the yearning, all the loving,  all of it.

Only Then I´ll say to myself, whether I was right or wrong not to  give in.

Until then I say , perhaps …There´s no Time( For Us).

Mind playing Tricks…Thoughts of You

I can feel  you on my finger tips.

I close my eyes, see you lying and gently touch you.

I glance at the door and you´re there.

I walk towards you and touch your face.

Press my lips to yours, feel your warm breath on me.

Ever so gently, we barely feel it.

You and me both.

Although all I crave for is to  put my arms around you and hold you tight.

But it´s enough to mislead myself to thinking that I´m not without you.

That I am not alone, incomplete, damaged, broken.

That the pain that I feel isn´t real and yet it hurts just as if it was real.

That when I wake up at night calling for you, you´re just in the other room.

Smoking a cigarret or watching Tv.

That I´m not really without you.

Or when I get home and look everywhere for you and choose to think that you´re still on your way home.You´re just a little late, that´s all.

And I´m not really without you baby. 

It´s just my mind playing tricks on me.

To be in love is …

Love is mute, deaf and blind.

Love is everything and nothing.

Love is everywhere and nowhere to be found.

Love is freedom, never ending time and space.

Love is this!

It´s  to see and to be seen.

To listen and to be heard.

To touch and to be touched.

To laugh and have someone to laugh whith.

To cry and someone to wipe you tears. 

To read your mind when the words are lost in your head.

To fill the nothingness.

To love is to want, to desire, to desperatly need.

Love is You…

To be in Love is to be ….

Meet me in the middle

It´s easier this way.

I can´t keep running no more.

Although me feet don´t hurt, my body isn´t tired and doesn´t ache, my heart is beating as strong as ever, but I just can´t keep running any more.

My mind…my mind plays tricks on me , constantly.

It makes me start to wonder if what it´s saying to me is true.

Although I know that most of the things are unreal, the doubt remains .

It´s insidious like that.

The more I run, the furher I seem to get.

I often get the feeling that´s a useless endeavor this search of mine.

And yet I compel myself to believe that sooner than later I´ll get to where I want to be.

So, if you meet me in the middle, we´ll get there toghether.

I wonder…

We often hear people ask this question;” If a tree falls in the wilderness, does it make a sound?”

This question/metaphor could serve as well for many other purposes in life.

If I´m not crying, does it mean I´m happy?

Or if you´re telling jokes, laughing , always with a smile on your face, does it mean that you never get sad?

How many times did you say no when you really ment to say yes?

Or the other way around?

Went left, when you should have turned right?

How many times have we cried in silence and still be as loud as thunder?

And how many times have we stand in the middle of a crowd and we´re completely alone?

Never judge a book by his cover, otherwise you might  take the chance of falling right on your ass!