A state of Happiness

For once in my life, I feel lucky.
I feel that I have made the right choice, and the right choice has been so lucky to meet me.
For once in my life, I am able to smile and say, Life is good.
Maybe I am lucky, maybe I am not- maybe it's just happiness passing by.
For once in my life, I think this could be the start of something wonderful and beautiful.  

Long Gone.

I wish, that you could hear all the words Im too afraid to say.
I don't know how to be something you miss, so I was gone long before you had noticed that I left.
But NoBODY could ever replace YoU.


Smile, it looks good on you!

One lonely Sunday

Loveless nights, they seem so long.

I know, that I'll hold you someday.
But till you come back where you belong,
it's just another LONELY SUNDAY.

You say you need to travel far away.

You say you need to travel far away, to find your love.
You say, that Im not enough.
I start to question if I ever have been enough for you.
I don't think so.
  So now you have left me without a word, without even saying goodbye.
I don't understand you, I thought what we had was something special, was some kind of love.
But nothing really makes sence to me anymore, nothing seems to work itself out.
  So now, here I am alone, I am back at ground zero, the place that I just know too well.
Here is everything cold and loveless.
This is not a place for a girl like me, even though I know the feeling too well..

This is life

LIFE:
It's all about taking chances,
about doing something (everyone) said you couldn't do.
It's about being goofy;
It's about NOT caring what other people thinks.
It's about learning to love what you have.
That's LIFE!
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Passion runs through moments.

Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping...waiting... And though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws, and howl. It speaks to us... guides us... Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank... Without passion, we'd be truly dead.

Bottom line is, even if you see 'em coming, you're not ready for the big moments. No one asks for their life to change, not really. But it does.
So what are we, helpless? Puppets? No. The big moments are gonna come. You can't help that. It's what you do afterwards that counts. That's when you find out who you are.
You'll see what I mean.

Am I here?

Er jeg virkelig til, findes jeg på denne jord?
Jeg prøver konstant, at gøre dig opmærksom på, at jeg er i dit liv, og altid lige ved siden af dig. Du ser mig, men ikke på den rigtige måde. I dag fik jeg det bekræftet. Oh God hvor ville jeg ønske, at jeg bare kunne glemme dig og komme langt videre, men da jeg så dig igen idag efter lang tids adskillelse, huskede jeg hurtigt hvorfor jeg blev vild med dig fra start. Du var mere tiltrækkende og flot end nogensinde før, men det gjorde jo blot det hele værre.
Du var så åben og smigrende, men pludselig skiftede du sind med ét, og blev kold og lukket. Jeg prøvede desperat at få dig til at gå fra ligeglad til rent faktisk at føle noget, men du fik blot de gamle sår til at åbne sig igen. Nu sidder jeg her, med ondt langt ind i sjælen, fordi jeg har opdaget, at jeg elsker en vidunderlig fyr endnu engang, uden at han elsker mig igen. Det er det hårdeste man kan komme ud for. Jeg prøver gang på gang at fortælle jeg elsker ham, men jeg får aldrig rigtig noget svar igen, og tro mig, det kan mærkes...