Air
Up in the Air
When you are ok, then you can not write ... It's strange, but it's the actual pattern. Yes I'm not ok. I can not remember when I was ok last time. But... I know that it's my choice.
Everything what we have here in our lives - it's our choice.
Sometimes we find each other. And the emotion of the moment is that we think we found everything what we were looking for. And the miracle is that all of our searches - it is a right person. The right person. It is impossible to explain, it's always an individual formula.
Overpoweringly. Madly. Indefinitely. Gently. Passionately. Inexplicably.
But who can guarantee that it's for all life? And we want like crazy, that the body will die first, and not this fragile feeling. This feeling is more vulnerable when we have "as usual" a lot.
What could be better to fall in love with each other every day? Or at least once a week.
Paper Hearts
Our hearts are like kites they are vulnerable under the strong winds. But without the wind, they are lifeless. And if you are wind, then your job is not to give your heart to fall down, to show to your heart whole this world, to allow your heart to be there and every where ...
And if you are the kite ... you will never take off if you do not let the wind to be inside in your being.
Up in the Air
When you are ok, then you can not write ... It's strange, but it's the actual pattern. Yes I'm not ok. I can not remember when I was ok last time. But... I know that it's my choice.
Everything what we have here in our lives - it's our choice.
"You might Be my LIFELIGHT"
Sometimes we find each other. And the emotion of the moment is that we think we found everything what we were looking for. And the miracle is that all of our searches - it is a right person. The right person. It is impossible to explain, it's always an individual formula.
Overpoweringly. Madly. Indefinitely. Gently. Passionately. Inexplicably.
But who can guarantee that it's for all life? And we want like crazy, that the body will die first, and not this fragile feeling. This feeling is more vulnerable when we have "as usual" a lot.
What could be better to fall in love with each other every day? Or at least once a week.
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Paper Hearts
Our hearts are like kites they are vulnerable under the strong winds. But without the wind, they are lifeless. And if you are wind, then your job is not to give your heart to fall down, to show to your heart whole this world, to allow your heart to be there and every where ...
And if you are the kite ... you will never take off if you do not let the wind to be inside in your being.
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