I’m sitting on my window and look outside
- like a little melancholic girl.
I watch the raindrops falling down from the grey sky,
similar to the teardrops, which are escaping from my eyes,
running down my face - tasting salty.
Just as salty as the sea ...
... the memory is all that’s left,
but it will remain,
because the impressions were so deep -
they are burned into my heart ...
Sitting on the beach and watch the sun go down,
listening to breaking on the waves
and songs the birds sing.
There is no other sound than this.
Nothing else exists - it’s just me
staring at the horizon.
Just sitting there
and feeling like nothing can come in between.
And the believing that this moment lasts forever ...
But then the memory fanishes in front of my inner eye
and all I see again is the pouring rain outside my door.
And that is the moment, when there is
a smile on my face again ...
A smile because of the memory
and a smile because I know, that this wasn’t the last time ...
Because i will return ..
I will get back to my paradise and
get new memories I can keep in my heart like a treasure.
And until than I will just live my life on.
Sometimes - when it’s getting bad - I will hold on to my memories
and tell myself that it won’t be long, until I get back.
But I will make it!
And than I will rise like the phoenix from the ash.
I will turn my grief to grace
... and be me again ...