There are Poems, Songs, People talking about losing themselves. I read the lines, sang along and listened. Until i found out what it really meant. Losing yourself is a tragedy. Unexpected and undeniable. A slow process. And you can only watch yourself losing. Losing hope, happiness and your dreams. I stopped singing along. My mind was lost, and so was my voice. You don´t find out who you are in the blur of it all. You find out who you are when everything is quiet. I found my voice again. To sing when they talk about losing themselves. Not to sing along, but to sing for them

If only the Roses in me would not wither,
slowly losing all their leaves,
how crumbled they look - like old leather,
longing for their Gardener

Sometimes we lose ourselves in the rush of time and push ourselves too hard.
Lose sleep, lose friends and lose our minds.
Covering up the pain just like we cover up those undereyes.
We are fragile, just like glass.
But we tend to forget that glass can crack.

You can't be afraid of failure
You've failed a million times
But you're still here
Undefeated

You don't have to be better
Don't say you have to do better
You already are enough
more than you think

Let's forget it all and meet again
Introduce each other and start over
Let's forget the fights and tears
Slow it down, don't rush, don't hurry
You know the 'us' could work
Let's try again to make it right

I´m the poet, you´re my poison
you´re my living dry spell
searching words as bittersweet
as your love, refusing to dwell

It didn't hurt what you said
It hurts what you didn't say

Don't look for healing in somebody else. They might be looking for the same

I danced under thunder storms
wondering why I got a cold

light blue blanket in her hand
light blue eyes seeing stars
dreaming dreams of distant years

i owe it to her
to make those light blue dreams come true