Adult?

Adult?

I became 17 this week. 17. Such a strange number. It’s like a short stop between 2 big things. There isn’t changing anything. Although, it feels weird to say: “I am 17.” I have lived already 17 years of my life. It feels so long but also so short. Well I’m just going to enjoy every next year and celebrate. Acting like an adult during the day, being a teenager during the night. 

The sun and the moon

The sun and the moon

At night looking outside. Hoping to see the moon. Hoping to see stars. Hoping there won’t be anything standing in their way.

When it’s daytime. Looking outside. Looking up to the sky. Hoping to see the sun. Hoping there are no clouds.

When the sun goes up and the moon goes down. Hoping to see them both. Hoping to be a cloud.

The sun touches the moon with her beams and the moon lights up. Waiting for the sun to come up again.

Being the sun. Being the moon.

Shining on.

Living on.

Fly away

Sometimes you just want to fly away. You want to go someplace where you can leave everything behind. Where you can be who you want to be and you don’t have to pretend. But most of the time you can’t. It sucks. You can’t just leave everything behind like you would want to. Maybe that’s just how it should be. Maybe running away isn’t the right thing to do. So you don’t. You just keep going so nobody wins from you. You can’t let them get right. You fight back and you enjoy it. You live. You feel like you can handle the world. All of it. So then you could fly right? So fly away. With your mind but stay on the ground with your body. And then you will have reached whatever you wanted: to be able to fly away to a place where you can be yourself and where you can leave everything behind. It’s called LIFE.