Nothing

A swift breeze.
That's all it takes.
To make me wish for home.

A longer blink.
More isn't requiered.
To make me see home.

A passing thought.
It doesn't take much.
To make me smile at what is ahead.

There comes a time

There comes a time when you just want it to end.
You are having so much fun, but you are tired.
You do not wake up anymore to enjoy the day,
you wake up so that the day will pass and a new night soon will come.
And with that night, a new day, and so on.

There comes a time when you just have had enough.
When all you want is to move on.
You no longer see the fun in what you are doing,
you see it as a means to an end.
That end being time moving on faster so it all will end.

There comes a time like this,
when you try so hard to not think about what is ahead.
When you tell yourself to enjoy what is now, because soon it will be gone.
There comes a time when you just want it all to end.
When you just have had enough.

Staring into the future

I am sitting staring into my future. Not really knowing what I'm looking at. It's blurry, and kind of dark. I've always known what I want to do. It has changed a lot over the years, but I've always known. Now I am becoming unsecure. I am staring into my options, and I don't know. I just don't know.

It was all under control. I knew where I was going.
Then a voice entered my head. Those stupid voices.
And suddenly, it's not so clear anymore.

I just wish it could be easy.
But I don't think that will ever happen....

Paradise

A comment on facebook.
A photo from a different time.
Memories flooding back.

Those were the days when we ate pizza in the sunset.
When we did homework for hours and hours.
When we would go the golf course and laugh all day long.

A comment on facebook.
It opened a door.
To a different life.

We lived the simple life.
We were kids.
We were by the sea in the sunshine.

A comment on facebook.
All feelings came back.
How I want to watch that sunset again...

It's going so fast

The road stretches out in front of her.
It seems to never end.
When it finally seems to be over, a turn is made, and there is a new long stretch of emptiness.

Insecurity.
Fear.
Future?

The car is going faster.
Can't find the break.
Want to get out.
Now.

Stress.
Breathelss.
Future.

The feeling

Waking up in a boiling room.
Eating sour milk with blueberries.
Reading the morning paper about library opening hours and other non-intersting things that has happened in the small town.
Listening to the rain while sitting in the giant sofa.
Having the coffee ready when mum comes home from work.
Playing with the neighbour cat.
Picking rhubarb in the garden on a wet morning.
Watching the classics on TV that reminds of a past childhood.

The feeling of being home is soon here.
And I cannot wait.