Poetry, Written Words

Inspiration

Sometimes inspiration hits you. Like water flowing in the air, hitting your face hard, harsh and heavy.

Waking you up to your true life, where you’re awake and aware.

Cautious of lies and liars walking around freely like criminals in the street.
Walking without a care, chewing gum and grinning.
Smiling because they know they hurt you.

The best thing they’ve done.  The worst thing they’ve done. I believe, I think, I am. But where and how and why.

Million of voices, but only you are there. I don’t know how to make it go away. I just know I have to act when it arrives. Just know I have to do, not not do.

You brought it back. Back to me. Back to life.

I am back. 

Poetry, Written Words

Words…

I love how words can lift me up to the unknown parts of my brain.

I love how they make me tingle and dance in my dreams and belly.

I feel twisted, as if I’ve been twirled around all night by a cute smile.

My heart leaves bigger noises behind than normally.

My hair shines brighter and my mouth feels dry.

I lick my lips and smile knowingly.

I don’t know why, but I just know it.

 

Cloud-like walking on the bare ground, the air feels lighter and smoother.

Words can do all this.

We just have to let them sink in.

Truly read them and not just skim.

Believe and breathe them like a delicious ice creme melting on your fingertips.

Hurry before it’s gone.

Hurry before you give up and throw everything out of sight.

I see you.

I see you through the words you write to me, and the stories they tell between the lines.

About you and only you.

Words are beautiful.

Words are poetry.

We just have to put them together in the correct order.

Like lego pieces.

Millions of colors and shapes, but only one solution.

You found it.

You mesmerized me and made my feet stop and my eyes stare.

Fire and lighting behind me, but I see only the words.

Your words.

Your true self. 

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My bookshelf

As I take a look at my bookshelf I see numerous hobbies and things that interest me. French language, fairytales, classic literature, film, photography, poetry, hiking, traveling, social media, corny love novels etc. etc. With all these many different thoughts going through my head, no wonder I’m having a hard time figuring out what I want to be.

But that’s the thing. Do we really have to sit down and sign a lease saying we will be doing the same thing for the rest of our lives? Or do we simply have to start at one and then work our way through the rest till we seem semi happy and feel like we can live like that the rest of our lives.

I am a big believer in being specific. Being great at one thing and then knowing everything about that one thing. But let’s just say that a bit hard when you still haven’t gotten to the point where you narrow down to that ONE thing.

After spending my whole summer in Toronto thinking about this I came to realize something. Maybe I don’t have to figure it out right now. Sure I don’t know where I’m going in life etc, but who does? My mom just took another new education in something with needles and meditation and she’s 54. So I think I have plenty of time.

But one thing I noticed was. With all these different hobbies, there is a lot of different knowledge. Knowledge is a thing you can’t buy or fake. you simply have to do the reading or care. So knowing about all these things: unicorns, Peter Pans, Nicholas Sparks Novels (trust me it will come in handy one day) or the history of film. All these things will be useful to me one day, which ever career I end up in.

 

So maybe I should try to worry less and just be happy that I am not sick of the world and all it has to offer. Be happy that I have a curious mind and want to learn it all in half the time that is available to me. Maybe you should be a bit nicer to yourself as well. And just smile.

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Inspiration presents itself in the stage between sleeping and dreaming

To further your experience while reading this post I recommend:

Listen to: Turn Out The Stars by Aidan Funston –> https://soundcloud.com/aidan-funston/turn-out-the-stars

Drink: Hot milk, so you might be able to fall asleep at one point

– Enjoy

Inspiration presents itself in the stage between sleeping and dreaming… Right when you are about to enter the world of wonder and fantasies. When you are truly free in your mind and not bound by any rules or obstacles. This is when your mind flows free and thoughts run wild. They come faster than you can type and disappears as fast as snow in March. I always think “It can wait for tomorrow” or “Not now I need to sleep”. But no sleep can’t be found if it is not written down on paper. And no waiting will it do, for it is now and only now, that it is as clear as day in my head. Only in this stage will the words burst onto paper, barely even registered in my head, but going straight to my fingers into the computerscreen. Is it good? Is this worth reading? Who knows? But I often find that my best work happens when only my body and spirit has control over it. In the daytime, my brain has too much power. It allows me to doubt myself, to wander and run away to other things and thoughts.

Here in the dead of night, with only myself to distract me, it’s easier to find clarity and focus. To feel and not think. It’s so hard and we always push away the moment if it doesn’t fit into our tight schedule. But creativity and innovative thoughts do not work according to your timetable or your calender. You can’t force yourself to be perfect from 9-11. You can’t force a good idea. It is necessary at times, yes. I’m not saying you have to sit down and wait patiently for that special moment to strike you and then hurry and put a pen to paper. I’m just saying you have to get up and do whatever your soul and spirit tells you to do, when they do. And they won’t leave you alone until you do. That’s the beauty of it. Ignore it long enough and you will start to learn.

The best things happen in the stage between sleeping and dreaming. When you’re not really awake, yet not asleep yet. Right before you enter your special world. Your world where everything is possible and nothing can stop you. The world where you belong, where you should stay, even when you wake up. This is the world I live in day and night. And why shouldn’t I? Why shouldn’t you?