My illusion, my mistake

My illusion, my mistake – is there somehow I can make it all undone, because I was finally moving on. I was balancing the emotions and the hurt, started to believe the pain someday would be gone, out of sight, out of mind. I create the drama, I keep on hurting myself over and over, blaming the game on you – when its really me that fails to see my spoken words come true. You can only go on for so long, telling yourself it is him that is doing it all wrong. When all he spoke was his mind, I had the urge to retell the words as if he was unkind. Its easier to hurt the feelings of another person than to stand up admitting you are lost. Its easier to turn the cold act on, trying to fool the other you won. Never will there be a price or scene that can say it all, make all people in a competition stand tall. But when it comes to feelings, know that they are inside of you – but you have to chose which you allow to shine through. So once more I will persuade myself I am ready to move on, try to this time really leave, be gone. I am not afraid that my strong feelings for you will never go away, but rather that I will continue to sabotage the good things that comes my way. I have to pick myself up and try again, take a leap of faith – only then I am free to create.

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friends

I collect great friends; the ones that no matter what stays the same.

We courage each-other to live and pursue, see obstacle and challenges through.

And sometimes even the best fall, then the others make sure applause roar.

To experience all sides also mean to reveal the things you urge to hide.

A true friend never judge you based on external content, they will rather ask you what you meant.

One by one we keep the memories alive, together we have decided to stay true to our drive.

Nothing fancy, just honest and humble – cause everyone in life at some point stumble.

I might not have it all, but I know I have what I need – my circle, we help each-other succeed.

Elements of change

In a cabin by the sea, I have my place for silence, for conciliation.

Thousands of sand grits embraces my feet, as I continue to walk a long the beach.

New waves, new tides has come and gone, new cards has been drawn.

This time around one element is transformed and that is the gentleman holding my hand, keeping me warm.

I can sense the heat from his heart, he has given me a part.