you’re better of
standing alone in your fields,
strands of hair stroking your face
and the tips of grass nudging your fingertips,
than hanging out in some gray-zone
with someone who can neither
dance with fire,
nor provide shelter
from something as soothing as rain.

let this sit.
let it sit.

it might hurt now,
but give yourself a few days,
some circles of thoughts,
and you will be
fine.
time
is on your side
and so are opportunities.
always.
you know this.

just fine.
fine without this stone,
bound to your foot.
no need to wonder,
question,
questioning yourself,
which is the worst.
you keep looking for the mistakes
in all the wrong places,
my love.
they are not within your reach.

you offered
an honest chance
for something sweet
to evolve
out of
nothing.

you are better off
enchanting your own soul.

not all problems
want to be solved.
soon you will feel indifferent.
who gives zero,
will never add up to a whole sum.
simple as that.
stoic.
let’s call it ‘law of attraction’:
the truth likes to catch up
with you.

better meet it
eye to eye.
better listen to it.

hi.

xxj