Strawberry seeds – memory

Stuff, Words

Right from the first step outside the grey buildings, when our worn down sneakers landed on the uneven stone stairs, we knew this day called for an adventure. Even if that just meant bikes, strawberries and the blue lake.

The two bikes were parked behind one of the school buildings, and the other two of us climb up on the back. The wind in our hair and the rush from going too fast, makes us laugh and smile freely.

We sit down on the grass, by the sparkling blue, but cold, lake. While throwing the little green tips from the strawberries at each other and in to the water, our smiles grew even brighter.

It was only recently that the sun had started to warm up the ground, and the summer is short, but we all know we will remember this day way after the sun stops shining.

~ J

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Like crazy

Art

I miss you a lot, like crazy

I want to ask you, stay

Show you my scars 

The hole in my heart 

But I cannot (ask)

 
You’re a riddle, still

Figuring out yourself 

I’m just a plain page, unworthy of your time 

I need you, but 

 

You’re not mine anymore 

Belonging to other streetlights, on the river 

Under dazzling eyes, red in the night 

Across an open sea, far (away) 

 

⇝K 

// from the past

Words

Hi. I noticed you, from all the way over here… I vaguely recognise you. But I don’t know you.Not anymore.

Would you be my friend, still? Do you still have that sunshine smile, are you happy enough to laugh and love unconditionally?

I don’t know your face as well, have you lost your summer freckles? Your hair is shorter now, different, right? I don’t know your insecurities, if you still have them, they must’ve changed. Have you changed, too?

I don’t know you. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to know you, though.

The light in your eyes resemble something I once wished for, maybe just slightly less bright, there’s a grey shadow in them.

How are you? Are you doing alright?

Do you have nightmares? I have them all the time. But I daydream loads. I hope you do too.

I wish we could meet some day, but I know we won’t. 

Maybe we’re too different. Or maybe, just maybe…. we’re too similar.

~ J