Until the sun rise
I will be my own light Until the cloud disappear I will be my own sun I have lost a battle Not the war Sorry but... White flags does not belong in my backpack Steps after steps Miles after miles This was not supposed to be a sprint But a marathon
Wishing things were more linear
It all feels so peculiar Like a compass looking for the north I don't know where to step forth It is all coming together And falling apart at the same time Lost and overwhelmed This chaos is starting to look too familiar If hope is the engine Then, perseverance is the path Introspection is the map And resilience is the key
Indigenous knowledge and unwritten tradition
Ritual dances and pagan gods She speaks to the deads Heals the deepest wound Whispers to the reindeers But one day people with skins, the colour of snow, came Untouched by her wisdom Nothing she could do to stop them The land was soiled Purity went away
Owl screaming in the night
Bears looking for a fight At the end of the path Near the lake, a cottage There I will rest Healing my feet In the chimney Fire burning bright When morning comes With no danger in sight Then, I will carry on Building my own freedom
You have to start somewhere
You have to start somehow At rock bottom You cannot go down Just do something Forget the pressure to be successful This fake exceptionalism you see on social media Meaningless influencers and food for ego Listen to your intuition and forget the noise The bird that tweets the loudest is not the most productive You just need to be the one with the strongest wings Resilience is key
When he was my age,
my father was already a dad. At twenty-five I still drink as much ***** He told me: “you are making your mother sad” My colleagues all have lovers I am married to an imaginary dog That cute bartender was flirting with me So I could start a relationship with beer I don’t know what annoys more my roommates My clumsiness or my messiness I blamed my fictional pet That animal should try to stay sober My friends stop talking to me Once they started dating I should try to figure out my problems But not today, it’s Friday
Don't worry my life is not that sad! I was just listening to some Pop-punk while writting....
Chicken, do you sometimes look up and get jealous?
Lone wolf are you afraid of the crowd? Or really comfortable with yourself? Black sheep are you fine with being different? Or do you wish you were colour-blind, at times?