breathing should be like your favorite song.

Skye Sengelmann for Sugarhigh Lovestoned Photography by Amanda Leigh Smith
i kind of feel the world´s foot on my chest these days. i lose track of time, realise days meet nights only when teas turn into wine. thank god for music, family, friends and books those security blankets that keep us sane and alive.
It is the hungry heart that constantly moves like a running creature he reminds me that breathing is not someonelse´s privilege.
these days good times are like shooting stars. bad times taste like rotten berries. we often inhale drama like nicotine but don´t seem to exhale it that easily. it is easy to be a dreamer, a thinker but a doer takes guts. it´s hard to accept it´s ok to make mistakes everyday. those won´t go away. "she did it anyway cause she is brave". those are the words i wanna hear. have you heard the story about how the sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breathe?. i wanna be the moon right now.
bad things should dissolve into the sky the minute they exist. don´t you think problems should at least taste like summer? breathing should not be this difficult. it´s innate, unlearned but sounds easier in theory.
i guess it´s not enough to see the stars. find the silver lining instead of gold all the time. that´s where i´m shooting my bow and arrow right now.