Un Cuarto De Hora

...Because sometimes I wonder, am I invisible ...

...Hold me tight, until time runs out...

...Kiss me; Deeply and without remorse....

I want to go home to a place I have never seen, To sit in a cozy couch in a corner next to a fire place, looking out the window to a meadow slowly being dressed in white by the falling snow, sipping hot cocoa with marshmallows on top, while cupping the large warm mug in my hands; to be wrapped around in a soft warm blanket and furry cashmere sweater, listening to slow Christmas carols while gingerbread cookies bake in the oven filling every room with their sweet and spicy smell. I yearn to go home to a place I have never been.  For it exists only in my dreams.

Dance with me...

Image: The last Journey by ValentinaKallias What makes you get up in the mornings?  What moves you, what inspires you?  What makes you go on, what gives you the strength you need to make it through every day?  Do you know where you are going, do you have it all figured out, do you have a plan?  People often speak of following their dreams and passions, but what if you can't remember;  What would you do if one day you wake up and you can't remember who you are anymore, you no longer remember  that spark that used to drive you,  that dream;  what if you  can't  remember what  you are here for. When you feel lost, with no idea what to do, totally clueless, frustrated and confused, where do you even begin to figure it out, what would you do... would you even try? Image: Found in Tumblr

What's the point in being a grownup, if every decision you make is always being second guessed by those around you.  W hen will it be OK to think about my self and forget about the rest.  How can I be who I wanna be without being the difficult one, without being the black sheep.

Something stupid because its easy, something stupid because you can, something stupid  to entertain you, something stupid  to help your mood, something stupid to do on a Saturday night, something stupid  to lift you up, something  stupid to empathize, something stupid  to remember how it used to be, something stupid, what harm could come from it, something stupid to ease your mind, something stupid to remember how good it feels,  something stupid to forget how bad it really is,   something  stupid to  reminisce, something stupid to feel alive, something stupid to  apace  your doubts and reassure yourself,  something stupid to help you breathe a little better and sleep a little deeper, something stupid to make you feel or is it to feel nothing at all,  something stupid to blind you, to draw you closer to the edge than you care to realize....  And after all of this, after the ecstasy, the frenzy of it all, there you are,  left even worst than before you d

You believe in me in ways no one else has ever believed in me, you see things in me that I don't even see my self,  you make me brave;  in your eyes I am truly Wonder Woman,  for that I thank you and love you, and because of that you are more than my sister but my twin soul, my person, I am so glad I was able to find you in this lifetime when I need you the most, for this and many other things I'm stuck with you, you are my person and at the end of the line it's going to be you and me living in a big house...  these two old biddies with all these cats.... bet we even die the same day.....

There used to be a place, a place where I felt always welcome,  always safe, always at home no matter what,  where I would hide from my demons  when ever they came hunting me down; when the world seen to crumble at my touch, it was always there,  always warm, comfortable, inviting, familiar; there was no judgment, no questioning, there was just great music,  even better company and existential conversations until 4 o'clock in the morning, those where my favorites;  this was the place where we could all let our walls come down,  go thorough the motions and with the poison of choice try and wash away the black from our souls, it was to us the only remedy for this illness, together we would fight teeth and nail for our sanity, without having to say much of what was really ailing us, all at the tune of the best songs deemed appropriate at the moment; it was an endless search for the perfect weapon that could defeat our demons, for a beacon of light that would subdue the