Nobody is better or worse
There's no good or bad
There is only that
Which makes you
Happier and healthier
And that which makes you
Unhappier and unhealthier.
For the latter:
Your best weapon
Is a positive choice and attitude,
For this is in your control

If another person
Elevates themselves above you
It is only out of fear
To be run down.
If another person
Tells you that you are not enough
Then that is the exact same thing
They tell themselves
When they look in the mirror.
Are you going to let
Another person
Take away your power
To be happy and healthy?

never raise your children, the way your parents raised you

Mum I know you said
That we'd be striktly professional
But I have to admit
I really wasn't
And you have to understand
Neither were you.

I respect your father's approach
But perhaps it will help
If you understand
That I will not become
More obedient
When you take things away.

I will become more resilient
In my approach to get what I want.
Now perhaps this made you
More willing to obey
But it only made me rebel.

I only wanted to do
All the things the other maids didn't.
Should've been easy enough
For you as my boss
In a work place
Where everyone complains.

All late shifts
Work each weekend
Clean the apartment
I know all the other girls
Hated that
But I liked my job.

"We're making you a supervisor

The tendency
That came forth was:
If you're happy
I will change that.
Is it easier now
That I quit?

I guess I should be happy
I got the job I wanted
I got a warm home
Back with family
It all looks great on paper...
I guess it was all great before too...
It wasn't that bad.
So what pushed me off the edge
Why did I run off?

I guess I just got tired
Of seeing you.
Not seeing you.
Not understanding.
The subtle hints
And all the contradictions.
Everything I thought I wanted
Embodied within you.
The one I couldn't have.

I know you said
You kept apologizing
But it was never enough
For her

But perhaps you
Should look at it this way:
If your apology
Was not enough...

Then maybe it was not enough, because she was not angry at you

She may have
Expressed her anger at you
She may have projected on you
But she was never angry
Over anything you did

but what someone else did to her

And maybe you
Are not angry at me
For distancing myself
To protect myself

Maybe you are angry at yourself.

Maybe you're angry at her.

There have not been alot
Of instances
Where "sorry"
Was not enough
Sure I'm stubbon
And unyielding
But "sorry"
Has been enough
For my loved ones too
I've had alot of things
To be sorry for.

Granted, honestly
I've never been easy
But in all honesty
I've never been easier
To deal with than I am now.
I've come to believe in excuses
I've come to believe
That there's a good reason
For every single mistake

I just need to fill the gap
With the reason
Why it happened in the first place.
Heaven doesn't judge you
So why would I?
I truly believe in excuses.
Just need to hear them
To make peace
So I can let my guard down again.

Because when I know
You're sorry,
I will know that you won't
Do it again.
There's no punishment
There's no revenge.
Just an action
And a reason for it's existance.

synrconicity, law of attraction and manifestation*

After the redundant
Courtcase I had this morning
Where I was cleared
Of all charges
Thank you very much
I ordered a coffee
In the center of the city
And for no apparent reason
I gaze out of the window
Right behind me.
I try to live in this moment
So there was no reason
For me to turn and look
But as I looked
I watched you pass by
Looking more bear-ish
Than I've ever seen you
I opened my mouth
As though I was going
To say something
Then realising
There's a window inbetween

I went about my day
Casually strolling
As I handeled my Nikon D3200
And as I turned to walk on
There you were again
Again I opened my mouth
As though I was going
To say something
Only to see that
You would not have heard me anyway

I believe all things to have
A purpose and a reason
Yet you're very existance
Only raises questions
That I could not voice
If my life depended on it.
I cannot explain enough
How deeply attracted I am
To your grumpy persona
But perhaps you only
Reflect me in this time and space
I have seen your soul before
And he's so much kinder
Than I precieve you,
The vessel to be.
Then do you go against yourself?
The soul is the boss
But then why do I upset you so much?
My relationship to your soul
Has always been clear and deep.
If only I could reconjure
The lifetimes that made it so.
I did not ask you to come to me
You came on your own accord.
78 lifetimes together
Says a whisper
But then why can't we
Level up now?

The creepy dental girls
That's what they called us
They gave us the same looks
As kids did when I studied Latin
But we were just technicians
Dental technicians

And why I ever gave it up
I cannot explain to myself
But the will is within my eyes
And the craft within
My fingertips
I smiled at the first crown
I had seen in more than a year

I know what you're made of
What build you
And what will break you
I know you

We always said:
You need to be all for it
And it will work out fine...
Other wise you're wasting your time.