Not on loop

This love's all you and I got
to love and be loved
on end absolute
in the other, quite another.

...

This life's all you and I got
our time is short
who knows what the next corner
you turn, bring?

...

This is about lilies and ink
echoing your colours
happily, unhappily
even so.

It cannot wait

This song hasn't been loved by me in ages. Like an old once-upon-a-time loved shirt.

Things that have seen and carry with them the intelligence and foolishness, laughs and thoughts of the numerous days of sunshine. And those which weren't so sunny.

Suddenly you wake up to find that you can't fit into them anymore.

It breaks my heart to throw an old loved shirt out. It breaks my heart further when I wear that shirt for the sake of it. Just a day longer. For old times' sake.

For old times' sake.

But what have we thought in our not-so-sober moments? In our cmon-old-times'-sake moments?

there's no need to complicate

our time is short

this is our fate

Why we love, why we don't. Why we seek, why we recognize. Why we catch each other's eyes and turn away.

But then. Oh tell me why.

A second more than necessary.

And things that you take for granted, and like an idiot it crashes on you - when you're writing completely random things that you didn't even know your head housed.

my breath fogged up the glass

so i drew a new face

and laughed

Yep yep. Open up your mind.. See like me. Open your plans. Free.

After all, it IS your godforsaken right to be loved.

Jaana

Slipping away

and a tipsy moment

when all control is

willingly abandoned.

But then again

haven't I willing

abandoned?

Everything?

I'm in a place

where tugs aren't

strong enough

and roots

not deep enough.

Routine revisits.

And

et cetera.