I, am a grain of sand,
stationed between two beach barriers,
trapped.
So many grains are around me,
yet I see no one.
The sea slowly rising closer,
pulling me to my death.
I feel it near,
but it does not take me.
It takes my invisible companions,
so, I remain,
alone,
waiting, hoping, for the waves to take me to my pleasure land.

My eyes burn from the lack of sleep.
Your words circling my mind,
like a never ending merry go round.
I cling onto that horse with every last strength,
yet, you still manage to pull me off.
I lie in my bed looking at that once
happy thought wishing I could smile,
but I can't.

Somehow the words leave my head.
As the clock strikes 4:48,
I, am a blank canvas,
waiting for none existent paint.
I feel nothing,
yet still seem to drag the blade.

As a new day begins,
my life will end.
The darkness consuming what I had left.
The old day takes so much innocence,
if only we could have waited..

till 4:49.

You were like a breath of fresh air
Fluttering through my clothes
But you´d disappear
When I needed you the most
Suddenly so close touching my skin
But my heart would get so cold
When I let you in

You were like a breath of fresh air
Fluttering through my veins
But you´d disappear
and nothing good remains
Wandering through the street
Without you I couldn't breathe
I´d search for you stumbling uphill
But the world remained still

You were like a breath of fresh air
So powerful and strong
With you rippling through my hair
I felt like I belonged
You left me fragile and bare
When you faded and died down
You were a breath of despair
When I think about it now

You are... Vinegar
Rather strong, for some
Not always in a good way
But I like you
I mean, I'm salt
I know that too much of me
Is just no good
But you and I, together
Oh, we are the dream team
For some, anyway
I wouldn't call us a cup of tea
In front of some friends
But I know that I love us
And maybe I don't want you
Every single time
But I will always come back
Because I need you
And we do make a good team
In the end

The Moon,
People ask me why I like the moon so much
I like it, I like it because it makes me feel safe
It stays still, it changes so much
But even with that, it stays still.
I like it, it inspires me
Its beauty inspires me.

The moon is strong
It has to move so much
Everyday it moves a little
Everyday it makes an effort
The moon, it's just wonderful
It glows, and doesn't get mad
Whenever clouds cover it.

The moon is magic.
My favorite kind of magic.