I cannot stop

Today I am not

I am not the one I was yesterday

Yesterday I was not

I was not the one I am today

I can not tell how the time will flow

But I can tell you some

I am not the same way

Every day I am different

Never repeating, growing

For someone to simply get used to

Today I am not

I am not who will I be tommorow

Tomorrow I will not be

I will not be who I was today

As the time flows on

I become a fleeing moment

Even to my own being

Secrets

If you will ask for one mint, I will pull you into my own insane reality.  You will see that world for me is full of unexpected ideas and spontaneous ways. After all, this one particular life we live only once. Just ask me for a refreshing mint.

I did not know which color you like best, so I brought you every single one of them.

Just a second

Your body next to mine
Is all I need tonight
And right before I open my eyes
I want to see your face again
I can hear this voice
I can hear this song
Right before I press play
I want to feel your body next to mine

Stand still

Can you feel the heat rising? Her body in your arms melts like a dark chocolate. So sweet, but still a little bit sour.If you hold it still too long, it will all melt away. So don't stand still. 

Can you feel the heat rising? Don't wait up,or all the sweetness will be lost.

Can you feel the wind blowing? At the edge of the world, you stand and just one step could take you over the dark infinity or you can go back. Please just don't stand still. The moment passes and you are left pondering and doubting yourself.

 Can you feel the wind blowing? Don't wait up, or the moment will pass, and she might just be gone, the wind will take her away.

Can you feel darkness? You have to travel blindly through it, but it doesn't feel that scary as you think. You can enjoy it or fear it, but is it really what you want to spend your precious time on? 

Can you feel the darkness? Don't wait up standing still, sometimes a little courage is all we need. Before we know right at the reach of our arms could be a treasure, or could be nothing.

Can you believe it that you could feel it? Just don't stand still.

Light is still on

We are too young for tomorrow, and a little too old for yesterday. Intervened just for a second, then let go our seperate ways. Standing here lost and wondering, if we could've done something differently.
Strings and piano keys play in my earphones. Through all the music and heavy bass, all I want to hear is - your voice. Just a little bit more.
We are too young for evening, too old for morning. It is just this moment. Could we speak? Could we be different this time?

A-muse-ing

I want to draw out you and me.
I want to write out vibrantly, brilliantly every fantasy out of my head.
Pull you into my bed, trade a week for one single sinful night.
But so far I am lost completely, all ideas roam around. Twist and turn in a hurricane. Clutter up a bit of this and that. Another day.
Here we are.
Hi.
Smile.
Akwardly..

Surprised

Sometimes we find beauty in most unexpected ways.
Unseen, so small and almost invisible for others.
It was just a voice in our heads that just said a single hello. Over and over again.
It just became unexpectedly beautiful in most alluring way.

Last few days

I have thousand words in my mind I wish I could say. I can't get even one over my lips. I feel this whole thing will slip away, and I will wake up feeling regret. In a week I won't be here anymore, did it matter at all? 

Falling down on the floor. So cold I can feel the blood rush through my body. This worn out shirt will not warm me up. I breathe in slowly. In and out. In and out. You are still just an image in my head. I shoud've let myself go, but for thousand of times I just couldn't. Not even this one time.

I used to be a fighter, go-getter. Now I can't get my own bravery together for a simple task. Overthinking, analyzing, not sure if there is something I am missing. I know I shouldn't, should I. Once you have felt the pain so deep, it's hard to get up. I used to be, what I want to be again. How can I again?

Midnight, morning dusk. Is it too late? Is this the right way? I have to try one last time. Next time I meet you. Maybe? It could also be the last time. Hold on. I just have thousand words in my mind for you. I need to get only one over my lips. Not to keep them shut. Thousand to one? Easy, right?

I need decision

What is the worst that can happen? 

Is it really the worst thing that can ever happen?

What if that is only worst of today, but the best of tommorow?

So what is the worst that can happen?