go some place where noone knows your name

 

songs that go with my morning coffee and the solitude of midnight hours.
tomorrow I might escape to the sea. my eyes are craving for an endless sight, my ears are longing for nature's soothing sounds.
sometimes the heart needs a proof it's free and the soul needs to feel it's one particle of the glimmering universe. 

winter has been a day and a day and a day so far. 

long dresses touching her ankles, train rides, reading herman hesse on the mustard couch, getting dizzy from looking into the night sky's for too long, quiet songs on the guitar, candy cotton kisses and shimmering hair.

something had fallen asleep somewhere between the floral sheets, morning croissants and the mayan calendar, something so transcendental they couldn't put a finger on it so they just kept going, hoping that it faded soon. 

it had to, there was no fighting a translucent idea of a ghost that was constantly in the room. 

the power of words had come to an end so there was just going on, making the candy cotton kisses a little sweeter and hoping it would fade. 

maybe it were the walls that seemed to get closer, maybe it was the sun that behaved like a shy ballerina, maybe it was that they felt themselves leaving long before they ever did. 

they were still wild and free. they just wished for a place where they could feel it a little more. 

maybe if we went to marocco, everything would be just fine. 

it's not that we're scared it's just that it's delicate

it's not that we're scared it's just that it's delicate

we feel by the moon

i was dancing around the room with swedish tunes. 

when noone is looking.obviously 

and now i have lot of empty papers are to be filled with dissertations and nietzsche is a grumpy old man, I want to pull his beard .

 Oh, and right now i also have glitter in my coffee which is weird and pretty by all the way.

everything is moving so fast

head back to the milky way

     i'm feeling like walking on clouds and losing control over my thoughts which was kind of refreshing and probably strange for everyone who encountered me because I felt like sharing visions on disco ball nightskies and confetti freckles.
now it is tea time, sleep is near and I'm eager for the nocturnal visions the dreamcatcher is flooding me with lately.

live outrageously and dance among the stars.

 
                                               I'm holding july like a treasure.
       i'm telling myself that now is the now and still, I find myself looking at horizons and 
                                                    building   castles in the sky.
       the clock hands are waving goodbyes to forgotten times but there is no tears in farewell,just glances and over cups of milky coffee and as soon as the flowers have dried I will pin them at my walls. they don't even lose their colour.