Sunday, November 1, 2020

Cannot let go

I will keep it
I will keep it to myself
I will keep it in my thoughts
I do not want to talk about it
I do not want to write about it
Absolutely not write about it
Maybe talk a little bit...

But nothing should be written. 
Nothing att all. 
Writing kills 
Writing takes it away from me
Writing makes it the property of others
It takes it away from me
But I am not ready to let go
It is mine
It is still only mine
My thoughts, my dreams, my comfort. 

Thursday, January 2, 2020

Promises

There is something magical
With the New Years...

I think I am not superstitious
But still

The promises I give
During the new years
Are much easier to keep
Compared to
a regular Wednesday-promises
or Fridays
or Sundays
Whatever days

If I say:
- No more Sweets!
- No more drinking!
- No more nagging!
- More physical activity!
- Healthier food!
- Healthier life!

Then it feels
much easier to keep...

Even if I relapse the same evening....
It is still more serious
more real!

Or no?