on my mind.

I had this on my mind today. Usually I write down my thoughts  in a notebook (yea with a pen...on paper, call me oldschool) to clear my mind, some of them end up here. But today I'd like to tell someone else's story, cause her thoughts helped me to clear mine and I think what she wrote is just beautiful.

However...In the end the above was all I wrote down.

“When did it happen?

When did stability become the new joy and compromise the new ambition?  When did life turn into this wilderness of desolation and pain?

I look for your laughter, but all I get is a grimace and a mirthless haha from your throat.  Your laughter used to be so beautiful.  The slow gurgle that built up into a loud burst rumbling from deep down in your belly, with the smile that lit up your face breaking the skin around your eyes into a million rivers.

When did it happen?

You say it’s part of the process.  Part of growing up.  You say I am the one who is lost, looking for a ghost, chasing a mirage.  You say being an adult is swallowing the bitter pill of reality.  That to live is to hurt and to love is to die.  That it’s better to chose the less painful option.  To compromise.  To join the pack.  To grin and bear it.

But I can’t.  I can’t because I’ve been to that place of contentment.  Those days of wine and roses.  Those days when we set our minds on the pursuit of happiness and determined to hold on to our dreams and never give up.  When we seemed immortal because of the strength of our hope and the potency of our passion. Now you tell me it’s all an illusion and that it’s time to say goodbye.

Where should I go?  To that place where people look the same and swear the same?  To that place where people fuck the same? I won’t do it.  I won’t become the new you.  The new disgusting soulless you all brushed, polished and marching to a tune that’s not your own.  I won’t become like you satisfied with your new reconditioned car, your 9-to-5 job in a tall building, your box house in the valley and your stiff suits.  I won’t become like your new girl with her chemically straightened hair and bony shoulders, little red bag always on her shoulder, the latest cell phone always in her hand and always with the “yars yars London yars, Jimmy Choo shoes, Prada scarf and Paris for Christmas.”

You said it was too hard to hold on to me.  Too hard to hold on to you.  You said you were tired of my naiveté and that you needed structure and something to rely on.  That I was too capricious and erratic.  That I was too hard to love.

I understand you not loving me.  I don’t understand you not loving you.

Love you again.  Love him who threw out a meaningless job and spent a year on the road finding himself, remembering what felt like to walk barefoot down a hot tarmac road. Love him who lay in the grass on a cold January night, pointing out the stars, dreaming of travel to strange and beautiful places.  Love him for whom compassion was as real as frustration and anger was as strong as joy.  Love him who couldn’t walk past a child without saying a kind word or a stranger without sharing a joke.  Love him who said to that live a day without laughter was sacrilege.

I remember him.  I remember him who laughed at my vanity and smiled at my haplessness.  I remember him listened to my long stories of longing, heartache and adventure and soothed me to sleep by singing along with Train on the CD and strumming on his guitar.

Tell me did you sail across the sun?

Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded

And that heaven is overrated?

Tell me did you fall for a shooting star

One without a permanent scar?

And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?

And are you lonely looking for yourself out there?

Bring him back because the journey is bleak without the knowledge that although he is apart from me he hasn’t forgotten to dance.

I’ll be waiting for him on the other side.  I’ll be waiting for him to wake up from the delusion that this is all there is and that this existence doesn’t offer more.  I’ll be waiting because I don’t believe that to live is to hurt and to love is to die.”



let's slow down and enjoy life for a little.


random everyday bullshit

I drink way too much coffee.

At least I don't smoke,when I am not drunk.



Artwork by The K Guy , stumbled upon it  today.

Dear summer

I wanna wake up to you smiling down at me again.Do you remeber how we used to open every window and turn India up on my radio in the morning? Damn I miss that. I am about to forget your smell and how you feel on my skin...what the fuck are you waiting for ?



nothing. at least.


I don't know if it's possible to ever get fully over the pain of losing someone you loved. Maybe I will one day.

Nothing matters

there's Nothing to think about

Nothing to cry and yell about

Nothing to talk and dream about

there's Nothing left

Nothing.at least.

I hold on to the Nothing

that you left me

Nothing is all I got

it's everything

I can't let my Nothing go

just to realise that I am empty since you've been gone 

Nothing.at least.
at least nothing.






"Experience. Dream. Risk. Close your eyes and jump. Enjoy the freefall. Choose exhilaration over comfort. Choose magic over predictability. Choose potential over safety. Wake up to the magic of everyday life. Make friends with your intuition. Trust your gut. Discover the beauty of uncertainty. Know yourself fully before you make promises to another. Make millions of mistakes so that you will know how to choose what you really need. Know when to hold on and when to let go. Love hard and often and without reservation. Seek knowledge. Open yourself to possibility. Keep your heart open, your head high and your spirit free. Embrace your darkness along with your light. Be wrong every once in a while, and don't be afraid to admit it. Awaken to the brilliance in ordinary moments. Tell the truth about yourself no matter what the cost. Own your reality without apology. See goodness in the world. Be Bold. Be Fierce. Be Grateful. Be Wild, Crazy and Gloriously Free.Be you."


Go now, and live.



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