What exactly am I doing on this earth?
There's a voice in my head,
A stranger in the wind,
There's a calling in my heart,
A longing in my spirit.
Tame the wind.
Calm the storm.
Find yourself.
Find love.
Lose all you held dear.
To find all you're meant to be.
Who am I?
What am I doing?
Who am I meant to be?
Who am I meant to be with?
What exactly am I doing on this earth?
Rain Candles in november.
Rain candles and blue dreams,
I’m watching the Christmas lights reflecting on the cars.
Long walks at 7pm,
Window shopping for a home we don’t have,
And all our dreams send us floating to days we know we won’t have to pretend we’re satisfied with how life is.
That candle smelt like home,
That rug felt like forever.
Your eyes twinkle and in my heart I whisper a prayer
We’ll make it, you’ll make it because we have to.
Flower secrets
And what seemed like a turmoil of work is now disappeared, faded and now is a needle in a haystack
What we couldn’t stare at, is all we are looking for now.
High above the clouds, wishing my feet were on the ground
Laying above the waters, my dreams are floating away.
What seemed like would never get away, is now spinning out of control, out of my hands, out of my head.
I've lost it, I never had it.
Close your eyes, take a breathe.
Everything you thought is lost is right here.
Everything you thought you had, never belonged to you.
My mind tends to wander sometimes....
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