Luck is the way to success.
Love is the way to happiness.
Work is the way to both.
Suffering, suffering is the only way to greatness.

Real life is on our fingertips.
The flick of a feather.
Real life is on the tips of our tongues.
Words stuck in the middle of your open throat.
Real life is in the air beneath our feet when we run.
But every time we leave the ground,
gravity announces our place
on this earth once more.
Real life floats through our minds.
When that song
begins to play,
and the rhythm
makes our bones become alive again
But the song must come to an end eventually.
Real life
is out there.
Every day.
We're making it.



We're making it.

Yellow surrounded with beautiful blue
Like gold trapped inside shining pearls
Do you mind me sitting next to you?
You have godlike eyes unlike other girls

Please tell an endless story
And silence all other noice
Never will i get enough
Of that sweet angel's voice

Meet me at the train
When we shall meet again
But this time the rails
Won't have an end

My entire life,
I have been waiting.
For years,
Almost two decades now
I have been waiting.
Waiting,
For the better parts.
Waiting,
For the “soon”.
Waiting,
For my life to begin.
Because,
I don’t feel like I have lived.
In the nearly twenty years
I have been alive
And breathing
I do not feel
In any of those years
That I have been alive.
I don’t feel like a single breath
That I have taken
Has been real.
I feel as if
All these years
I’ve been stuck
Behind a window
Watching as my life unfolds
Before me.
I feel that
I have had
Zero control.
That I am in the backseat
Letting someone else drive.
That someone else,
Is writing on the pages
Of MY life.
But no more.
I will break that window,
I will take that wheel,
And I will write
My own pages.
My life has begun,
And now -
I’m in control.

She loved to swim in
Shallow seas but I dived in
The deep dry ocean