Sweet delusions

I don’t want to see you everywhere I go

I don’t want to find you everywhere I turn

Not feel your soft breath any place I rest

and certainly not land in your arms on your chest

 

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If you can’t, love, I’ll pray

And whisper all our fears away

I’ll carry our burdens like they’re all my own

And show you love like you’ve never known

If you can’t, love, I’ll cry. And kiss every doubt out you’re eyes

My hands will hold our worlds, like their only mine

But remember you promised me, love. That our love is forever and there is nothing we cannot do, as long as I am here with you.

So if you can’t, I will.

I guess I am thinking about you
If the sun doesn’t go down
I’ll be alright
because I’m thinking about you

Guess I’m thinking about you
If the moon doesn’t come out at night
I’ll be allright
because I’m thinking about you

Guess what, I am thinking of you
If the earth decides to leap around her axis
I’m still good
because you are as much here
as you are not

I am as much with you
as I am without

Who I am

Who I am? I don’t always have an answer to that question. All I know is that at times there’s a lot of mumbling in my head. And I can’t figure out who on God’s planet earth is speaking and what is actually being said. 

Some days I thirst and hunger for achievement, as if that is what I need in stead of a breath. And now and then. Though very rarely, do I come across a silence. That surrenders ages and constellations to speak. Not knowing where it cometh from, nor where it descends….I pray for peace with an empty timetable in my hands.