Simpler times
Waves that came and went
The only way to get out of here
Is to allow myself to stop being
To stop being smaller than my fear
And in it’s presence to stop fleeing.
Back and forth, recurring waves
Sea that drowns, sea that bleeds
Flowers that bloom on empty graves
And bittersweet aroma that misleads.
Waves led me away from simpler times
Coloured flowers stole my every breath
Yet I bravely wish to write in fitting rhymes
What comes with Life and goes with Death.
Life invites you, Death welcomes you.
I want to take this chance to (re)invite you to my newsletter. You might notice that I have not been updating it for a while. In fact, I put a pause on it before I even properly started.
I thought that what matters is the support I would get from others. I craved some nice conversation, some uplifting comments, some recognition. But I’ve never had a big or lively following. I could hardly make my friends turn their heads my way. That’s when I realized that I’d probably have done the same.
