loretta

sweet lovely mondays

Maybe some of you would like to kill me for that, I know there was a time when I would. But I so love the freshness of each monday, the feeling of putting another week behind, and not because it was a tuough week, it was a great week, a sweet week of wonderfulness, but still it's all moving forward and everything can just stay as great forever and ever. And though yeah, I so could just laugh at myself right now or cry from my silliness and happiness. And for sure I could laugh at myself listening to this silly melancholic popmusic that's not even mine. And even more at the effect it's bringing to me. But it's flowing, flying softly in the air and it's all filling me and I can wonder off, be as I am, just uncontrolled and out being a part of everything around me. Looking at myself from above, feeling all alone though the arms of someone else is all around me, looking out on the grey sky outside, feeling the comfort of being all alone with someone else. Feeling as if there's nothing else but thin air around me. Looking at my fingers while thy're playing in some hair, uncontrolled, spinning so softly around each finger and then quetly falling off again as if there never really something there at all. And then I wonder why I can't let myself be like this forever, all the time, relax like this, feel no pressure like this, and when someone wants to get closer, relax in that moment as well, because I know you want me no harm, I know you're just as scared as me, I think you're even more so from the sounds of it. Though you're tougher you have the guts to try it all. And when I allow myself to get close to you so close as there possibly can be I feel wonderful, you are wonderful, everything everypart of everything, even every part of me, wonderful. Those times when I know I'm perfect and not when try my hardest to be.