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Little Lives
Little lives
If people ask me about my future and how I want it to play out I have a pretty specific picture in mind. I just know that I want to never loose sight of the little things. I want my little life filled with little libraries, big libraries, books and sunsets. I want good food and wine. I want my little life to be filled with laughter and a cozy bed full with pillows and big duvets with beautiful blue striped pillow cases. I want a slow life. A life in which I will wake up early in the mornings and move my body. I want tea on cold days and iced drinks on warm days and on short days when I miss summer in January or February because that’s just who I am. I want warm hugs and fireplaces. I want late nights at the beach and I want to sing. I would like to enjoy every summer from now on until the end of my life to the fullest. I want a summerhouse by a lake or by the sea. I want to wake up early to go for a swim eat delicious baked goods and drink coffee with oat milk. I want a life that is quiet and soft and full of happiness and lightness. I want the good and the bad. I want the good to overweight everything else though.
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“We just got to accept that some people can only be in our hearts, not in our lives.”
— Kathy B.
Tonight I just want to look at the stars and remember.
Remember what it was like to explore them for the first time.
I want to remember the times I was hopeless, turned my head towards the stars
And found hope amongst Vega, Sirius and Orion
On days like today my emotions feel like they’re too big for my body.
Like the feelings I have are too big for the bones that I was given.
Depression
Sometimes I wonder what it feels like to not sink anymore.
What it feels like to not carry the burden of grief and sadness.
It really does make you heavier.
Like a stone sinking in the deep deep ocean.
I forgot what it’s like to be light as a feather.
To carry the rays of sunshine in your chest.
If you do have them. Don’t you ever let them go.
Because once you loose them it will be the hardest thing you ever had to do to get them back.
“She was a storm. Not the kind you run from. The kind you chase.”
— r.h.sin
“When you’re sad, my Little Star, go out of doors. It’s always better underneath the open sky.””
— Unknown