The stains of the past are still there
Like the marks of a coffee cup on the tablecloth
Identifying us for who we are
Teaches us to use a saucer
Our gained knowledge
before leaving more stains

A new year begins
Now we have a chance to start again
This time with more understanding and experience
To guide us through our next trial
Wishing us all the
Success,
Happiness,
Joy
May these future memories last forever
Like the past ones

Miss Sunshine blocked by clouds
Nowhere to be found
Letting the world see her again
Little does she know
That even covered by rainy days
Her warmth still burns through our skin
And when the rain finally stops
Her light pierces the walls

No matter how hard it may be
No matter how long it may take

Miss Sunshine, please remember that every storm will pass
And even during the darkest days
your light will always be seen
Your heat will always be felt

Snow falling from the sky.
Feel the cold breeze again.
Why?
Why are you back?
I feel cold.
I'm freezing.
Longing for a blanket
A blanket to hold me,
Warms me,
Comfort me.
Can you be my blanket?
Or can you just sit by my cold fireplace and listen to me?
And can you please put my name on yours?
I promise you that even though my fireplace feels cold,
I can make it burn if you help me.

Your light is slowly fading in the sky
Now it is time to say goodbye
Your warmth helped many
But now please rest well

The train is slowly arriving
To take you once again
To the land of dreams
A place that will give you the warmth
You shared with the world

A journey you deserve
Know that I am proud of you
So now close your eyes and
Good night - Miss Sunshine

On this snowy white day full of hope and love,
I once sat on my couch
Waiting for that one special gift,
Under the bright green,
Filled with lights and decorations,
Christmas tree

I received that gift once,
Realized it was too heavy for my little hands
Returned it to Santa Claus
Told him: "My hands can't hold it yet, please return it to me when I grow up and get strong enough to carry it".

This once snowy white day has turned dark and gray.
I'm still sitting on my couch
Waiting for this special gift,
Longing to receive it again,
Under the now old and rotting
Filled with burned out lights and fallen ornaments,
Christmas tree
For my gift that I'm longing for,
Now knowing I'm ready to hold on and never let go

Until Christmas I will wait

Once there was a candle in my hand
with no light
Just a candle

You gave it fire
And made it burn
It created light
A sign of hope
A guide through the night

Now this once burning candle
Begins to fade slowly
In this dark and frightening tunnel

It was not you who blew out the candle
It is certainly not my birthday wish
That I tried to blow out
It was a wind of change -
Time itself is the person
Who tried to put it out

Now I'm here, trying my best
To keep alive the guide through the night

My Beatrice - source of light
Guide through the night
When all hope and love is gone
Will you light the candle for me again?
I lost you in this dark place, my love
In this tunnel of despair

Don't let the candle go out
Thou shalt be the one to fade

The alarm starts ringing
The music begins to sing
Realizing that the train,
That took you to the
The land of dreams,
Has brought you back,
To a place that waits for your warmth.
Now the world becomes bright,
Once again,
Because of you,
Good morning - Miss Sunshine

Life feels like a big, dark maze right now.
A dusty, dark hall full of unknown difficulties
I don't know where I'm navigating.
I see helping lights every now and then.
But they go dark after a while
Every step scares me to death
Makes my body shiver and itch
I may have the strength to reach the end, but
what will happen
when I reach it?

Am I too caring?
Am I being used?
Do I want to be used just to be someone's choice?
Will I ever find someone who cares as much as I do?
How many more people do I have to teach to fly?
And who will teach me?

These are the questions that keep me up at night.
They make me stare at the ceiling like a block of ice.
Who will thaw me out with answers?
If you don't, please let me stay frozen.
I'm sure one day someone will give me fire.

One day I'll stop being someone's flight tutor or someone's fire.
And that will be the day I lose myself.
Not for others’ cause,
But because of others‘ taking.

Standing in the dark
Tired of walking
My limbs feel numb
My hands feel cold

The streetlights say good night
Except for one
That greets me a taxi with flickering lights
I start waving, calling, screaming
But the car doesn't move
I try to get closer
But the distance feels the same

When will the taxi start to move?
Will it come towards me?
Or will it drive away?

Who am I to you?
Am I the song you play to feel happy?
Or am I the playlist
where you put all your favorite songs together
and listen to them on repeat?

Sitting by the rails
Wondering when my train will come
Cold breeze wandering like a rider in the wind
Feeling the metal bench
rusting with time
Seeing people passing by, covered by a warmth
And me,
Still sitting,
Wondering when my train will arrive