TheMnemeOfMaree
what if you die and your ash is spread over the sea.. when you rise as phoenix, will you drown or will the ocean burn?
Life is so much more beautiful than it was supposed to be. Hold it dear, my lovely.
once, someone, a german poet, spoke about those, who are singing and kissing, and that they are worth more than every knowledge possible. I don't know if he's right for me because the ability to feel.. isn't this knowledge? isn't the way you see a person and think about the persons way to be in a loving and caring way, isn't it the same as the knowledge that this person is important to you?
I think about being guided. But who can? Who can guide? Yourself?
Everybody is taking you with them in deeper oceans, in stratosphere, in the darkest place and the lightest spot, everybody shows you the dimensions of being.
Being guided.
By you.
I don't ususally cry. Crying is weakness. I am not weak. But sometimes you just have to cry. Not because of a special thing that is sad or something like that, you just cry because of everthing that happened, because it's too much. And crying this way, is freedom.