His eyes are a empty cave
A cave in which you could get lost
But I never really look at the cave
How does it look, the colours
There doesn’t seam to be light
It’s an endless darkness
And still I want to explore
No idea of were it would end
It’s strange I feel as if I know the cave
The cave and the land around it
But I also don’t
It’s all a mystery
An adventure I want to take on
How do I know were to go without a light
I can’t follow my heart can I
I might get lost
I might never look at the cave and see colour
How the stars would shine and reflect
How the moon would say hello as a twinkle in his eyes
But his eyes aren’t known to me
So I wonder and dream not knowingly
Imagining what I would see
What his eyes look like in colour to me
Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 5:56 PM UTC
My mind is spinning in the river of thoughts
Swimming around
trying not to drown
Trying to survive
while everything else overflows
in just a second
Everything is calm
is what I say to myself and others
But behind the island are clouds of grey
And an angry sea
A sad sea
A place that does not know how to act
I liked the island
It is a safe space
One I imagined to be safe
But at a time the island cannot love and protect
If I don’t learn to take cover
I build the house
But it just breaks down because of the storm
I like the island
but the storm is more mine
More than the island will ever be
More than you will ever be
Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 12:47 AM UTC
A river, my river, I am the river.
A river, water that goes with the flow.
A river, a calm flow most of the time.
A river, now in a time of life that overflows.
The calm river, gone
not coming back as it was
but as a new river it went somewhere.
An island, a calm place
a stopping point.
The rivers stopping point.
An island, a place to learn
a place to evolve and come back better than ever.
But even an island can’t stop a storm from happening,
emotions from escaping.
A storm, a disoriented place where everything is dark.
A storm, a cry
just a girl.
A person, a safe place until the storm happens.
Even beauty can’t safe the sea.
The sea can never be saved.
It can only safe herself
And after some time
come back anew
as a calm river.
It’s a cyclus, happening over and over again
until the island disappears.
Until it’s fully gone.
But an island never disappears.
it might not be an island anymore
but it’s still there with me every step of the way.
This time it follows the flow,
evolves along the way until I don’t need him any more.
And then I go my own way,
to find that island.
As a calm river, getting ready for the upcoming storm.
As a girl, preparing to hate my mind.
But its nature, its human.
It will happen many times all over again.
And thats alright.
Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 12:39 AM UTC