When you are not ready for a new day. When you are not excited. When your throat isn’t full with joy. When you throw away the plan. When you don’t expect it anymore. When there is no word for the year. When you don’t want to give the new day a name. When you don’t want to give it hope. When you are not ready for the same. When you are not ready for the new. When your heart is a stormy sea. When you don’t have a lifeboat. Where do you find the song you have lost? How do you taste life again? How do you let it drip down your chin?
What do you do with the hollow days? You stay in them. You gather them gently; line them up on a delicate string. Don’t throw them away. One day you will wear them around your neck like shiny little treasures. One day you will look at the sun again and it won’t make you sad. Your song is still inside you. One day you will be ready to hear its new melody. One day the sound of the rain will fill your heart with joy again, like it used to. You don’t have to be ready now. One day will come.
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A sweet tender hug in written form 💙
Hallo Nadia, ich habe früher gerne deine Videos geschaut und freue mich dich hier wieder zu finden nach Jahren. Frohes neues Jahr!