This is a collection of thoughts, enjoy.

This is a collection of thoughts, enjoy.

Rise up.

Rise up.

Rise up.

Rise up because I know you are enough.
In celebration of our long lost thoughts.
The mindset of climbing up mountains;
battling fights when it seemed too tough.
Rise up because I know you will make it.
In a world where failure is our oxygen,
breathe it out and breathe it in.
Conquering every step you take;
don’t think about the breaks.
Time will do you justice.
Because I know I am enough;
and that is why I will rise up.

Rise up because I know you are enough.
In celebration of our long lost thoughts.
The mindset of climbing up mountains;
battling fights when it seemed too tough.
Rise up because I know you will make it.
In a world where failure is our oxygen,
breathe it out and breathe it in.
Conquering every step you take;
don’t think about the breaks.
Time will do you justice.
Because I know I am enough;
and that is why I will rise up.

Rise up because I know you are enough.
In celebration of our long lost thoughts.
The mindset of climbing up mountains;
battling fights when it seemed too tough.
Rise up because I know you will make it.
In a world where failure is our oxygen,
breathe it out and breathe it in.
Conquering every step you take;
don’t think about the breaks.
Time will do you justice.
Because I know I am enough;
and that is why I will rise up.

Flowers.

Flowers.

Flowers.

Pain strikes through the skin
while being kissed by the sunlight.
One last effort made to the appearance - 
As the time goes by and tears have dried
off red cheeks and swollen eyes;
Over your shoulder you glance
to get another glimpse of emotions
and to capture the frame of a lonely smile;
footprints of devotion
moving forward in an instant
obeying sounds of spoken words
because you cherish flowers from a distance.

Pain strikes through the skin while being kissed by the sunlight
One last effort made to the appearance - 
As the time goes by and tears have dried
off red cheeks and swollen eyes;
Over your shoulder you glance
to get another glimpse of emotions
and to capture the frame of a lonely smile;
footprints of devotion
moving forward in an instant
obeying sounds of spoken words
because you cherish flowers from a distance.

Pain strikes through the skin while being kissed by the sunlight
One last effort made to the appearance - 
As the time goes by and tears have dried
off red cheeks and swollen eyes;
Over your shoulder you glance
to get another glimpse of emotions
and to capture the frame of a lonely smile;
footprints of devotion
moving forward in an instant
obeying sounds of spoken words
because you cherish flowers from a distance.

Turning heads.

Turning heads.

Turning heads.

Turning heads like tables
collecting the pieces of broken hearts;
Why have our voices lately
lost their weight on us?
Scream without a sound 
to protest the bigger man;
his arms will rise into the sky
ignoring what is left behind.
Missing pieces, scared to admit
that fixing the heart so gently
is a hopeless odyssey.

Turning heads like tables
collecting the pieces of broken hearts;
Why have our voices lately
lost their weight on us?
Scream without a sound 
to protest the bigger man;
his arms will rise into the sky
ignoring what is left behind.
Missing pieces, scared to admit
that fixing the heart so gently
is a hopeless odyssey.

Turning heads like tables
collecting the pieces of broken hearts;
Why have our voices lately
lost their weight on us?
Scream without a sound 
to protest the bigger man;
his arms will rise into the sky
ignoring what is left behind.
Missing pieces, scared to admit
that fixing the heart so gently
is a hopeless odyssey.

A glimpse of light.

A glimpse of light.

A glimpse of light.

She's still here.
The taste of bitterness lays on her tongue,
remembering the day when he was gone.
Where the sun once faded away
and where he killed her -
with the softness of his whispers,
when he decided to move on.
She's still here.
But her eyes stopped watering;
they are searching for a glimpse of light,
a match to start a fire,
to fix the broken parts
of a once loving heart.

She's still here.
The taste of bitterness lays on her tongue,
remembering the day when he was gone.
Where the sun once faded away
and where he killed her -
with the softness of his whispers,
when he decided to move on.
She's still here.
But her eyes stopped watering;
they are searching for a glimpse of light,
a match to start a fire,
to fix the broken parts
of a once loving heart.

She's still here.
The taste of bitterness lays on her tongue,
remembering the day when he was gone.
Where the sun once faded away
and where he killed her -
with the softness of his whispers,
when he decided to move on.
She's still here.
But her eyes stopped watering;
they are searching for a glimpse of light,
a match to start a fire,
to fix the broken parts
of a once loving heart.

Closed eyes.

Closed eyes.

Closed eyes.

Closed eyes
an innocent touch of comfort
light sequences go through the mind.
Changes in colour,
changes in warmth,
being held by the shiver
that runs down the spine;
from a light summer breeze
memories, memories on their own,
the freedom of heart and mind combined.

Closed eyes
an innocent touch of comfort
light sequences go through the mind.
Changes in colour,
changes in warmth,
being held by the shiver
that runs down the spine;
from a light summer breeze
memories, memories on their own,
the freedom of heart and mind combined.

Closed eyes
an innocent touch of comfort
light sequences go through the mind.
Changes in colour,
changes in warmth,
being held by the shiver
that runs down the spine;
from a light summer breeze
memories, memories on their own,
the freedom of heart and mind combined.

Broken fathers.

Broken fathers.

Broken fathers.

The world turned into a battlefield
with words as our weapons.
The past has taught us a lesson,
that is yet again being ignored.
With the thoughts of our broken fathers
wandering through the minds,
breaking souls slowly apart.
The rise of hate between each other
needs to be conquered
with the thought of us being one.

The world turned into a battlefield
with words as our weapons.
The past has taught us a lesson,
that is yet again being ignored.
With the thoughts of our broken fathers
wandering through the minds,
breaking souls slowly apart.
The rise of hate between each other
needs to be conquered
with the thought of us being one.

The world turned into a battlefield
with words as our weapons.
The past has taught us a lesson,
that is yet again being ignored.
With the thoughts of our broken fathers
wandering through the minds,
breaking souls slowly apart.
The rise of hate between each other
needs to be conquered
with the thought of us being one.

This.

This.

This.

This is me trying.
Trying to do what's right,
what's good, what's the best for me.
Kept holding on too tight
to the dream of perfect reality.
Waking up from the illusion;
I can see clearer now.
my mind, my soul and my heart,
are running free with the peace i've found.

This is me trying.
Trying to do what's right,
what's good, what's the best for me.
Kept holding on too tight
to the dream of perfect reality.
Waking up from the illusion;
I can see clearer now.
my mind, my soul and my heart,
are running free with the peace i've found.

This is me trying.
Trying to do what's right,
what's good, what's the best for me.
Kept holding on too tight
to the dream of perfect reality.
Waking up from the illusion;
I can see clearer now.
my mind, my soul and my heart,
are running free with the peace i've found.