If you soul and heart ever feel down...
Think of 5 happy memories...
Anything that made you laugh and smile...
Then think of 5 things you would like to do in the future...
And repeat...
Nothing Like happy memories of the past and hope for the future to nurture your heart and soul...

It is painful to hear you laughing at other man's voice...
It is painful to see your eyes spark at his...
But I have to admit you look so happy...
And I love you so much...
I  can only wish for him to treat you the way you deserve...
And for both of you to be happy...
Real  love does not know of grudges or hate...
But it can be painful...

Yesterday I woke up to the snow...
Today I woke up to the mountains...
Perhaps tomorrow I will wake up to the sea...
But it does not matter what you wake up to...
What's important is what you dream of...
Never stop following your dreams...
Never stop dreaming...
And one day you will have the most beautiful awakening you could dream of...

I'm hugging myself...
As hard as I can...
No matter how much I try...
The clock hands keep moving...
I can't hold back the years...
They are unstoppable...
I can only hope I can hold back the memories...
For even time can cause memories to fade...
And if they ever fade...
Perhaps I will be lucky, only sad memories will vanish...
I want to treasure every happy memory...
I would like to share my happy memories...
To anyone who wants to read or listen...
I can  always tell them to myself...
And hope a passerby will hear them...
He or she may wonder what some random guy in the park is babbling about...
That guy  will probably be babbling about hope and optimism...
For he is as optimistic as anyone can get...
So please, dear reader...
Hug yourself...
And try to keep holding back the years...
Your own years...

At 30000 feet the words seem to float...
As if  suspended in the sky...
The wind scattered all of them..
And they became clouds...
Majestically gracing the horizon...
A real canvas...
Proof that the world is a poem...
We just need to read what we see around us...
In any season there are sonnets and verses surrounding us...
Right now I feel like floating out there...
The lake and the towns look just like drawings in a gigantic poetry book...
Where the blue sky is its cover and the clouds the beautiful verses that brighten my day...
For now i will let my soul play like a child who has received his first toy...
That is one of the secrets of life..
Treat everyday as if you were just a new born...
And look at the world as if you have never seen it before...
Life and the world are far from ideal...
It is up to each one of us to try and live as happy as we can...
Off I go...
I you see a cloud blocking the view of the moon...
That is probably me...
Trying to get more inspiration...

I just saw you...
And the lack of brightness in your eyes confirmed I mean nothing to you...
Perhaps I never did...
It is raining...
And I am walking alone on the street...
A taxi is coming...
I need to go home...
How I wish I could just send my feelings in that taxi...
And ask the driver to take them far away from me...
I guess I can't...
So me, my broken heart and my feelings...
Will get home in that taxi...
I bet that driver never carried such a heavy load in his car...
Such is the load of pain I feel now...

To all women...
Every woman is a living poem...
Every woman eye's are a sonnet...
Women should be celebrated every day..
Not just on March 8th...
Women have my respect and admiration...
Not just today..
But everyday....