1 Day 1
Important things usually have small and humble beginnings… even dreams.
“I’m thinking of life, and not of you for once,
As I run my hands through my hair,
I feel the urge for a beginning,
As it was one day one.
Our eyes unexpectedly meet, and you say my name,
But my mind is running, and soon I won’t be there.
I wish I was, even for a moment,
And it was one day one… (for both)
There is little I will say,
As I want you,
As you know.
There is little I can do,
As I watch you,
As you go…
The way to live with loss is to lean into it.
The only way out is through…”
– in “1 Day 1“, a collection of thoughts while driving