- d. ...?- i love you too, marianna. you provoqued a heartquake. when i asked how you knew i was going to say that, you simply answered that you were feeling, and thinking the same at this same exact moment. it comforted me in my thought that we often "say" our love to each other in other ways than words and that when i thinking i should say it but

If i told you where i've been would you still call me baby? and if i told you everything would you call me crazy? i don't know when i stopped writing. when i stopped feeling the need to put words on feelings. i don't know why either. i've been reading this blog back and damn, did i write some beautiful things in the past. now i overthink it, i suff

It's hard to put into words. it is a feeling that goes with a background of sandy shores, of low hills covered of sea grass battered by the wind. blue-grey waves are rushing lazily. it is rather cold, and the wind is blowing from the ocean on my right cheek. somewhere nearby, it is raining, and i can feel a few drops on my face. it is a feeling tha

I seem to lack words. or maybe time. but i write when i am upset, and i seem to be doing ok. still softly and truly in love. finding a way through life and work and adult serious stuff. wondering a bit where tomorrow should happen. where i should make it happen. and we still don't know why sparrows love the snow. but i do love automn and winter. th

I will be looking for your hand in the crowd, like an island in an ocean of bodies. and you better not let go.