Withered Rose

There will always be poetry inside you that you will never write, poetry that is so painful that the world couldn’t handle it’s depth without drowning.

Always go with your passions. Never ask yourself if it’s realistic or not.

And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about

“I god dammit wanna feel something, anything.” The desperate plea dissolved into the midnight sky. There she was standing, an extraordinary girl, yet she had no clue of that what so ever. She felt further from it then was almost possible.  “I just cannot love Caleb. I am incapable of it, I’m too frightened.” I wish I could show her, the way other people saw her. And that love was never something to be afraid of.