Oh the bitter winds are coming in and I'm already missing the summer ...
Oh sun!, such warm unconditional star that follows me everywhere like a sweet stalker, i miss you really bad.
These days i´ve been cheating on you with the moon, sharing lovely secrets with your sister of the night.
You see, she keeps me calm, i can close my eyes and picture dreams that will come true when i wake up.
If only nature fed me wise words and confetti thoughts but the universe keeps speaking in tongues showing me weird colors and blurry smoke.
Once again we´re role playing the Alice-Caterpillar talk.
Lately, i spend my days drinking my coffee black with a couple of spoonsfuls of reality.
And it tastes quite bitter cause one is more than enough for me.
Sometimes i wish that first cup of coffee in the morning worked as my own personal crystal ball and
unveil a little bit of my destiny so that i could sigh properly.
A cup of mystery with a spoonful of magic, a spoonful of surprise and half spoonful of what´s to come.
Every coffee store would sell it and we would all be ordering: -"fortune in cups"-.
I guess i´m daydreaming too much, blame it on caffeine or the cosmic disorder surrounding me.
I know i´m still that girl who wants to dance across the stages of the world but i´m getting tired of pirouetting in messy circles.
There are times when i wonder if the world can support these many ballerinas with their free spirited hearts
and haunting stardust trails coming off their restless feet like mine.
Call me naive but a hopeless romantic like me will always seek answers in songs while dancing barefoot under the sun.
Music is poetry, my own personal therapy.
I know i´ll be back with floral linings, glittered love and magical dreamcatchers soon.
Oh sun!, such warm unconditional star that follows me everywhere like a sweet stalker, i miss you really bad.
These days i´ve been cheating on you with the moon, sharing lovely secrets with your sister of the night.
You see, she keeps me calm, i can close my eyes and picture dreams that will come true when i wake up.
If only nature fed me wise words and confetti thoughts but the universe keeps speaking in tongues showing me weird colors and blurry smoke.
Once again we´re role playing the Alice-Caterpillar talk.
Lately, i spend my days drinking my coffee black with a couple of spoonsfuls of reality.
And it tastes quite bitter cause one is more than enough for me.
Sometimes i wish that first cup of coffee in the morning worked as my own personal crystal ball and
unveil a little bit of my destiny so that i could sigh properly.
A cup of mystery with a spoonful of magic, a spoonful of surprise and half spoonful of what´s to come.
Every coffee store would sell it and we would all be ordering: -"fortune in cups"-.
I guess i´m daydreaming too much, blame it on caffeine or the cosmic disorder surrounding me.
I know i´m still that girl who wants to dance across the stages of the world but i´m getting tired of pirouetting in messy circles.
There are times when i wonder if the world can support these many ballerinas with their free spirited hearts
and haunting stardust trails coming off their restless feet like mine.
Call me naive but a hopeless romantic like me will always seek answers in songs while dancing barefoot under the sun.
Music is poetry, my own personal therapy.
I know i´ll be back with floral linings, glittered love and magical dreamcatchers soon.
I just need to find my lion´s roar inside, expel the dusty feelings and leave this gloomy nostalgia behind.
A woman in harmony with her spirit is like a river flowing.There is no better sense of freedom than that.
The best we can do is flow reality like the best fantasy.
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