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„We live...”

We live to love And be loved. We live to make mistakes. and to learn from them. We live to help and to be needed. We live to believe and that we may be believed. We live to live and to survive.

„Secret”

It’s 10 pm. Moonlight illuminates my face. I whisper to the mirror “Just let it go”. Everything goes to waste.

I have 99 problems, But you are not one of them. You were always there for me, Since we were 10.

Can you teach me how to live like fully? How to be happy? My world is blurry. I don’t know which path I should take. So stay anywhere with me. In a world where lying is the only truth, be it. The wind took my words. Only you know, no one else will hear it.

„Goodbye”

I watch the clock ticking. He wants to steal our memories. Moments when we walked in the rain, holding hands, as If there is nothing around. These were the happiest moments, despite the bad weather. It was just us, you and me. Remember that old park bench? The one bench that laughed with us? That one bench that cried with us, as it listened to our arguing, and then breathed a sigh of relief, when you hugged me in agreement? So tell me why is it raining, and you’re not here? Why is my hand holding a letter from you, instead of your hand? Why is it only me sitting on that old park bench? My tears mingle with the raindrops, when I read the last words of the letter, saying „goodbye”.

„Happiness”

The sun is shining Birds are singing. The wind blows my hair, Whispering melodies in my ear.

Notes melt in the air. Nature creates them. Drops reflecting off the water surface, rustle of leaves in the distance.

When I close my eyes, I can hear and feel each of those things. This is happiness. My happiness.