coffeeshopgirl
Just casually sharing my random bursts of inspiration that needed to be scribbled down
coffeeshopgirl
Just casually sharing my random bursts of inspiration that needed to be scribbled down
Just casually sharing my random bursts of inspiration that needed to be scribbled down
Just casually sharing my random bursts of inspiration that needed to be scribbled down
And finally I see them. I hold my breath as I am hiding in the bushes, surrounded by complete darkness and the slightly scary but also calming sounds one can hear at nighttime in the woods. First, the only thing I was able to perceive were their howls, slowly getting louder, coming closer. Then, I noticed some movement through the lense of my infrared camera. And now, they’re heading straight towards me, quietly approaching my little camp. It must be the whole wolf pack because everytime I try to count them, their number increases. I double check whether my camera is running - after all the time I’d tried to catch them on film, I couldn’t possibly miss the occasion tonight. I realise that they look much bigger and even more majestic than I’d pictured them. Nevertheless, they don’t make the slightest sound as they sneak through the thick forest. Just as I started thinking that I haven’t seen anything this breathtaking in a while, the moonlight manages to fight it’s way through the clouds, illuminating the wolves’ fur in silver light.
Back home, surrounded by strangers. In the city where I grew up, so many people I don’t know. Old friends all gone, living somewhere else, only home for Christmas. But who am I to judge, I’m not home any more often. I avoid the heavy blanket of anonymity as well. I stand in a crowded place, squeezed from every side. The subway doors open and close ceaselessly, letting people in and throwing others out. So many stops, so many places that felt familiar a long time ago. Now there’s other people standing at the station, not a single face I’d possibly recognise. Strangers all around me in a city that once felt like mine. And in the middle of this crowded subway I realise that I’ve become nothing but a stranger too.
How I could stare at you for hours Admiring the beauty in your face In the air a soft smell of flowers Of ugliness there’s not a trace
Before you there’s never been anyone Making me feel so easily understood But now all the excitement is gone I know I have to let go of it for good
You told me you don’t feel the same way And I know that I will be more than okay But for now it hurts; I had no clue How much I would hate loving you
Sometimes we tend to forget it. It’s always staying with us but some days we’re just too busy being adults to notice it. Yet there are few moments in which it is loud enough for us to hear. It is getting all excited and laughing wholeheartedly when it starts to snow and the ground slowly gets covered by a soft, white layer. Somehow, it gets pulled outside in the freezing cold, warmed by the feeling of nostalgia which is evoked when two inner children come out from deep inside and start a snowball fight.
Oh. So it was her. Out of all people I’d considered (which did not include her), it had to be her. The one that I least expected to be able to do something like this to me. The one that I had trusted the most. But no matter how often I blink, the message on her phone doesn’t vanish. It is written there in black and white, and it’s probably been there for ages. Maybe she wanted to tell me to clear her conscience. Or she never really intended to and just typed it in to see what if feels like. It doesn’t matter anyway, she didn’t have the courage to hit the send button after all. And to be honest, it doesn’t really matter anyway. She’d ruinied my life and no apology in the world could’ve changed anything about it.
Because with every inch that we miss you We carry a little piece of you around And all of us know that it is true We only need to keep it safe and sound
And as the wind softly moves the meadow
We know that you are right here
Not hiding somewhere in the shadow
But creating a bittersweet atmosphere
Inspired by the song “Jolene”
She doesn’t even know how much it hurts me. To see how easily she could take him away from me. And how deep I would fall. He’s my everything but to her he’s just a challenge. She wants to win his heart just for the sake of it. Knowing that she can easily do it, she holds an enormous power. Over him and over me. Him, the one who means the world to me. And me, scared to lose him. Me, begging her not to take him just because she can.
I saw my life flashing before my eyes. Not to exaggerate the situation but that’s exactly what happened. I clenched my eyes together, heard a loud noice and saw nothing but an extremely bright light. And then suddenly there he was, making time freeze, the noise go quiet and the light fade. Was this an angel in the shape of my dad? Or my dad in the shape of an angel? I couldn’t tell, I didn’t believe my eyes anyway. One second I’m about to get hit by a car, the next second I’m seeing nothing but my dad. “Is this heaven?” I ask, completely confused. My dad gives me a warm, but very sad, smile. “No, it’s not yet the time for you.” he answers. “The second you were born I received the power to protect you once in your life from no matter what. And here I am, getting you out of this deadly situation.” “What, but how? And how did you know?” I’m stuttering. “Hush, don’t ask. I can’t stop time any longer. Get out of here!” he tells me. “What about you, why don’t you move?” I respond, sensing that I wouldn’t like the answer. “I can’t”, he answers, “remember how I just said I have the power to protect you once in your life? It only works once because I will be gone afterwards. Now run, I feel the time starting to move again!”