LUCA: Cogito ergo lift
It`s an old wound
Not reality
It`s not as bad as it feels like
Not burning all the bridges bad.
It`s setting a boundary bad.
Not getting petty bad.
It only feels this horrible because
I remember it
I remember how much it hurt
Might be true but only if
It would be so easy
To blame it on your parents
To blame it on someone else
Let me catch you right there
You see the wrong perspective here
Do not find blame
Understand
For today I learned
What to share is the solution
And everything else is there to spare
The solution was to heal from it
To accept
To be angry about it
To grief
To accept again
To forgive
To move on without it
Make a Tattoo about it
Only a memory
Now I am;
Cogito ergo lift
I think, so I lift
A healthy body
Healthy mind
Healthy and kind
To myself
To others
When I am in the mood
I am an adult
I have made new experiences with the world
I learned that sometimes something else can be important
Right now
But I am forever important
And don´t have to talk about
How we freeze
When someone asks us if we feel loved
Sometimes I wonder about that
If I am capable of loving myself
If that task might not be too hard
Sometimes I wonder if I am a Dschinn
I wonder about love
A lot
A whole lot
I wonder what the hell it is
Is it creation
Is it a nation
Is it a sentence you write
Just because it rhymes?
Is it 2 + 2
Or is it 1+1
Maybe it is
One plus one equals two
But it always is one plus one too
Is it two parallel lines?
Is it two pairs of shoes?
Is it important to pick your partner by the shoe
If they are a vans
I cannot be a Doc
But if they are a Timberlands
They are close
But not a cigar
If they are Docs and I am Docs it must be right?
Right?
What if they are sneakers and I am sneakers?
At times
What if they are heels and I am still a doc?
Wait
Am I a shoe now?
Hold on
Wiping off my mental chalk board
What if love is already here? What if it is all around me all the fucking time and I can`t escape it?
Is love knocking on my door tonight?
Can love knock? Do I have to brutally knock it`s door down or wait for her to come to me?
Is love a woman?
Is it important to pick by similarity
Or is it in the small details?
What if love is something completely else?
What if
it is a sensation?
A feeling you cannot explain
and will only surrender.
No matter how much the pain
It blocks it all out
Throws you right out.
Am I love?
Or am I just a lightning beam in eternal ray living in a time machine
talking to souls mainly
and sometimes switch back to a reality
that makes me feel kinda dizzy
Am I thinking myself into psychosis?
Better book an appointment with myself
Two weeks from now on
Waitlist is kinda long
But seriously
Can someone tell me
WHERE THE FUCK ARE WE?