It’s impossible to say why we love something or someone.
We can come up with reasons but the important part happens in the dark, beyond our control.
We just know when it’s there.
And when it goes away.
Did you ever wondered how an author would describe you in a novel?
How would you look like, the way you talk, and laugh, and cry, and the expressions that you use and make?
The perfect man? A poet on a motorcycle.
You:
And when the Akrapovik sound
Will howl in echoes so unbound
I’ll wish forever to be there
And feel the wind go through my hair
I’ll put the helmet back again
I’ll ride the clouds like Peter Pan
The fierce, though shallow love i host…
I’m joyful in my lonely ghost
Me:
And when the time will come
You’ll ride like hell
No looking back, no words, no spell
You:
While you’re 2 wheeled, girl
I must confess
If you look backwards
You’ll be a mess
Me & You:
You take a glimpse into your rear mirrors,
There is no wrong turn down the road,
It’s the acoustics which delights the hearers,
A fire breathing dragon overtakes a toad.
You:
It was an honor of having you inspired
Although I’m feeling ravaged and so tired
I dream of long roads, sunny skies and mountain peaks
This still can shake a smile around my cheeks
Me:
There will be roads with pouring rain
There will be roads with heavy snow
Where the road leads you never know
But in the end you’ll reach your goal.
If I were a month, I’d be May.
If I were a day of the week, I’d be Wednesday.
If I were a time of day, I’d be Midnight.
If I were a planet, I’d be Moon.
If I were a sea animal, I’d be a Krill.
If I were a direction, I’d be North.
If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be a Hammock.
If I were a liquid, I’d be Water.
If I were a gemstone, I’d be Turquoise.
If I were a tree, I’d be a Walnut.
If I were a tool, I’d be a Knife.
If I were a flower, I’d be Sun Flower
If I were a kind of weather, I’d be Cloudy.
If I were a musical instrument, I’d be an Acoustic guitar.
If I were a color, I’d be Electric Blue.
If I were a fruit, I’d be a Kiwi.
If I were a sound, I’d be the Wind.
If I were an element, I’d be Water.
If I were a place, I’d be a Beautiful countryside.
If I were a scent, I’d be The smell of grass after the summer rain.
If I were an animal, I’d be a Cat.
If I were a body part, I’d be Hands.
If I were a facial expression, I’d be Laughter.
If I were a song, I’d be Crush.
What about you?
In how many lifetimes, filling how many bodies had our hearts searched for each other?
It seems so hard to settle now once they got together.
When I’m cold as stone
Light up the dark
Paint me the colors of sky and rain
Dance with me
I wanna take you to all the places where I’ve been alone.
I wanna show you what I lived before meeting you.
So you will know who I really am.
You will know how I ended being me.
Pack everything in the small suitcase.
I’ll hold the kitten while you start the engine.
Let’s go west.
I like how Kelly Flanagan writes – for a psychologist and therapist he’s very down to earth.
And today I totally relate to him – Good Enough Love is Better Than Amazing Love.
Because we’re not amazing; we’re human. And we’re all a little broken.
And, we may fall in love with any kind of person, but who we choose to be with must be committed to constant change and transformation.
We should choose someone who’s not perfect – someone who want to get better with every day that goes…
The book of Meow 