drops

I see you in the morning light, in this bony weather

your skin is still coated in last year’s ice

memories tasting raw and acrid like leather

I shift from roasted years to melting mountains

                                  piles of hailstone and earth, 

softly abandoning each other for a dewy flow of empiricism

the only plausible hands are the ones not wearing gloves

I shall not varnish my pores with leather

or glaze my crust with ice

only flux can liberate my hands

from the frost                              

                       forever burning 

reminiscence,

dripping along my fingers

Zephyrus, the House of Breath.

Over inspiration, like a delicate taste of tea burning your tongue. 

I keep bathing in pictures and breathing in words.

They capture my baby blue instantly

and blind me with their beauty in a blink of an eye. 

My right side is filled up with senses and roses.

So much delicacy, that I’m not able to place.

 I’m searching for a house to keep them safe,

because I’m afraid to forget. 

Memories and aims are what I live for. 

The ones I love, I’ll always remember

and the ones I don’t know yet, I aim to love. 

Confessions are like whispers, you desire to share,

while fearing their revelation.

Too loose my freedom is the secret fear I hide in me.

Freedom to me, is inspiration, air, light and sound. 

So if I’ll loose this elevation, that I perceive

with the sources of my tears and the catchers of symphonies,

I won’t be able to breathe.

A Ticket to Paradise, please.

I’m travelling trough life with my dream as destination. I let my mind flow on the dusty, long road, often enlightened by sunlight. There is this dreamy chaos that’s haunting in my head, like a ghost. Because when it turns to reality, I tremble and my heartbeat races from excitement. Do you know the feeling of when dreams come true? The moment you had least expected, the one where the edge of reality and imagination seems to melt…and open the doors for infinite joy?

It’s what I’m aiming for in life. Seizing the days and gloriously wandering on the streets of where your dream is housing. Where the air smells like daisies, everybody lives in castles and the ground feels like cake, so that if you fall, it will be soft and sweet.

I believe that you have achieved the ultimate happiness, when you don’t want to fall asleep at night, just because you are too excited to wake up again.

Sometimes you might get lost in your dreams and on roads. But the trick is to keep breathing. Even when your knees are weak, don’t let the pain bring you down to chase after your dreams, to do what you aim for. Because pain is just another step closer to love. Because the things that hurt most, are the ones that will make you rise and shine again like never before

Memories in a Cup of Tea

If you say history is unimportant, you thereby consider your birth the same way. If you say philosophy is for the senseless, I’ll ask you why till you loose all the answers. If you don’t believe in powers, gods or the unconscious, you’ll have to blame yourself for every mistake you make in life, I believe. If you despise the smell of old books and the letters they contain, your mind is probably as unreadable and old as well. Our lives travel faster than our thoughts nowadays. We forget that time is a creation of our own, not something we’re born with. Culture and believe has divided our lives in weeks, days and hours. So why follow these rules that only frighten us that the last days of our lives are coming near? Take your time and fill it with the pleasures in life that move in slow motion. Reminisce, think, write and read. That’s creating memories in a cup of tea.

The Icing on the Cake

Winter smells like burned wood.

Dark and cosy, resembling a mysterious romance.

Warmth is felt the most intensely,

when it becomes limited and unpredictable.

Pleasures by and beyond the window.

Sugar on the roofs, milk in my tea.

Coated in blankets, dreaming of the morning.

What could be more delightful.

The crunchy whisper of a crême brulée,

as sweet as footsteps in the snow.

The secret to see all this beauty

lies beneath the frozen ice.

Melt or break.

That’s love.

The Love Bakery.

I was once soft, sweet and covered with icing.
You were hungry, but your desire wasn’t the heart of the cake.

All you did was cutting a piece of it
and all that was left of me was crumble.

The love we had baked was so warm and exciting.
Our feelings rose trough the hours.

but the oven got to hot and decided to kick us out of the heaven of delite.

A kingdom for your pride

There was a time when it was every girl's dream to become a princess someday, living in a faraway castle together with the most charming prince, dressed in jewels and love. But, as you grow up, you realize that there is no such thing as a 'Once upon a time'- story in reality. As we grow older, we give up dreaming in color and try to live in a new perspective where there is only black and white. But having no dreams or goals in live is useless. You need something to live for, to sacrifice for, to aim for, to die for. 


You have to live your dreams where reality is an option. No, I''m not talking about being naïve, but about having enough power to pursue your dreams, to reach the top. It's just logical that you can't walk on air if you keep your head cool and your both feet on the ground. So if you 're willing to get higher, you'll need to raise things up a little. But if you start floating too high, you might end up bathing in arrogance. And believe me, then you'll drown, because standing at the top, means standing alone. 


So enough dream philosophy and deep talk. Go and create a kingdom for your pride and lead the life you've always dreamed of, but be careful, because you might loose your crown.

With love,

A.

Ice-creams and dreams

The season of peep-toe pumps, 'Ben&Jerry's' and sunbathing has come to an end. The time has come for the seasons that supply you with ice all the way. Apple colored leaves will decorate our streets together with the snowflakes that will cover our roofs. I always thought that dreaming in color was only possible in the summertime, but I guess every season is beautiful in it's way. Autumn and winter open the doors for cozy evenings with hot chocolate and loads of movies and love. They give you a reason to go outside and I know you think that it's ridiculous to say such things.

Believe me, you'll change your mind when you'll hit the streets in your most beautiful winter coat or leather jacket, dressed in pleasure and warmth, visiting shops and having hot chocolate drinks in your favorite bar. I'll be happy as the day is long when I'll lie in my warm cozy cottage style bed, knowing that outside the streets are being covered with ice and rain. When I'll wake up I'll hit the road and try not to slip on my way to the perfection in the cold times. Because, even tough the frost will hit my back outside, inside I'll be all warmed up by happy toughts. So farewell ice-cream and welcome ice-dream. It's nice to have you back.

With love,

A.