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tiara on black and silver background prose and poetry

Daddy’s princess

I just want to be Daddy’s little girl I never was.

I don’t know how it feels when a strong man protects you, when he puts his arms around you and says “it will be OK, I got you”.

I don’t know what it looks like when it’s the man who takes care of the responsibilities.

I don’t know what it means to rely on a man to fix things around the house. 

I don’t know why it’s not normal that I hide my emotions. 

I don’t know why it’s wrong that I don’t ask for help when I really need it. 

I don’t know how I find the energy to always over-achieve and to win, no matter what.

I don’t know why I feel I’m not good enough.

I don’t know how to show the whole world that I’m unique, interesting and lovable. 

I don’t know what makes me the wounded artist when I’m fine, okay?!

And now, I really don’t know how to tell him I’m scared of losing him. What if he dies while I’m trying to figure out how to be Daddy’s little princess at the age of 38?

All I want, still, is to give him all my love even when I don’t know how to show it. 

But quietly, I’m curled up in the invisible corner of my heart. I pull my knees to my chest as my sobs make my breathing uncontrollable. 

I don’t want him to exit my life this way. We still have so much to work through. So much to untangle, rekindle, deconstruct. 

Those crumbles I got from him fed my soul like the finest French cuisine I ever experienced. But then I remember the things I do know. 

I know how it feels when I’m comforting myself saying “it will be okay, I got you”.

I know I can handle all my responsibilities.

I know which screwdriver to use.

I now know that having feelings doesn’t mean I’m weak.

I now know that I don’t always have to be the strongest and it’s okay to receive help.

I now know that losing doesn’t mean I’m a loser. 

I now know that I can believe I am good enough. This one won’t happen overnight but I’m doing my best to truly believe this. 

I now know I have no one to prove my worth to.

But here I am. Trying to prove my own worth to myself.

I’ve been running around for too long with a tiara in my hand with nowhere to place it. 

broken heart prose

No longer The One

When I said let’s plan our goals together, you said not today, you’re tired. 

Tired of trying to live up to your imaginary expectations when in fact, all you did was latch onto me for support. 

Tired of feeling sorry for yourself for not feeling like a man.
Whatever that means in your dictionary. Because honestly, I was the one playing the role of the man in this relationship for 5 years. 

I was the one who fixed the broken sink. 

I was the one who reset the gas boiler.

I was the one who paid the rent.

I was the one who bought those concert tickets.

I was the one who had the money to buy the Jeep.

I was the one who sweet-talked to agents. 

I was the one who carried the responsibilities. 

While you were the one who cooked dinners. 

You were the one who did the laundry. 

You were the one who wanted to cuddle. 

You were the one who felt insecure about your body. 

You were the one who said we’re done. 

And now we are no longer One. 

The first cracks of the end

[26th October 2024]

That disturbed feeling after an argument. 

It’s like your mind has malfunctioned and your heart has been washed out with bleach. The pain, the anger and the disappointment infill every hidden corner of your soul. The dried tears in the corner of your eyes mixed with mascara give you an itch. You don’t want to scratch it but you can’t resist. Just like you couldn’t resist saying out loud those deeply buried thoughts. Those little layers of annoyance which suddenly inflated into a giant bubble of anger. Then it suddenly burst open without your control. Bamm. Off it went, along with all of your hurtful words. The damage is done to both parties. Is it beyond repair? Or can we still slap a band-aid over it and pretend nothing happened? But that’s not me. I can’t play pretend. I can only be raw and real. No games, no tactics. 

So how do we know when an argument is fully over? Do we wait x amount of hours or days or is there a universal protocol I don’t know about? I’m not used to this. Until now, I’ve been doing my best to eliminate the potential of any arguments arising. Talk it out calmly, openly, and intelligently. This has been my motto in relationships and it worked most of the time. But today, he brought out the worst in me. The ugly side which isn’t kind or considerate. And it’s definitely not calm. The suppressed anger and disappointment erupted from me today. I saw another side of him which he used to tell me stories about as part of his past persona.

Until today, I haven’t met this side of him. Almost 5 years went by until he pulled the curtain back on this trick of his. I mean, good job hiding it for so long. But what I saw today is not something I need in my life. It’s not something I want in my life. There isn’t enough amount of love in this world to justify this hurtful behaviour. This is not the man I fell in love with. And if it turns out that this is the real him, then I’ll have to make a painful decision.

Mind your own business

Press resume on that mental image
Imagining kicking your boss in the teeth
Teething problems in your Desired Reality
Really, is this how you imagined mortality?
Mortal enemies hiding within the media
Mediating for Wikileaks…I mean Wikipedia

[Do you even know what’s an encyclopedia?]

Your mind is your business
So mind your own business
Your mind is your business
So mind your own business
Till you see it in the wounds
That you’re not at all doomed

What if you’re alive because of a purpose?
Purposefully walking away from the circus?
Circles of friends are slowly replaced
Replayed Friday nights, going to waste.
Wanted moments of false happiness
Happily following life’s crappiness

[When were you feeling the happiest?]

Your mind is your business
So mind your own business
Your mind is your business
So mind your own business
Till you see it in the wounds
That you’re not at all doomed

Your existence leaves a mark on humanity
Humanely experiencing the power of unity
United nations, races, beliefs and cultures
Culturally destroying outdated structures
Structure your life with love in the focus
Focusing less on the fake hocus-pocus

[What was that really woke us?]

Do you want to choose liberation?
Do you want to change our generation?
Do you want to have real information?
Do you want to be the inspiration?

Your mind is your business
So mind your own business
Your mind is your business
So mind your own business
Till you see it in the wounds
That you’re not at all doomed

(In the end, it did matter how hard you tried Chester
It helped me imagine the dream, Lennon
It made me believe that change is possible TuPac
It made me find somebody to love Freddy
It helped me fall crazy in love with myself Beyonce)

Thank you all for minding your own business

leap: how to have faith in yourself to make life happen for you

Leap

In a leap year, I leapt into my destiny. Out of everything, I chose to jump right into that one.
It started at the very beginning of that year. I rolled into 2020 with a deep trance-like state. As champagne glasses were jingling together at midnight in other homes in Barcelona, I was lying on my back in my bed alone. Physically at least.

Exactly one year before that night, I was debating inside my soul where to allow life to take me next. I had just returned from Sri Lanka after saying goodbye to my accelerator island, Malta. My home for 4 years. On that night, sitting on my sister’s oversized sofa, I pondered. Why do I feel this unanswered question trying to carve a way out of my whole being? Sitting inside this German small town flat, I looked at my sister and her fiance. Doozy eyes were glancing back at me, not truly understanding that feeling that decided to take over my facial expressions. I’m sure they knew that something ‘strange’ was going on with me. I just simply couldn’t express it properly. Not to them, not even to myself.

The feelings of self-discovery and purpose-hunting (yes, this is an actual feeling) took over my soul entirely. I had to go somewhere, be somewhere, flow somewhere. And leave something behind.

Shedding my skin wasn’t a new process to me. I already had so many layers of old patterns, misbeliefs, bad conditions ripped away from my mind, soul and body. You can’t count them on one hand. Infinity shedding? Is that what this life is really about? Let’s not go down that other carving question for now. Let’s keep this story about leaping into destiny.

I took a deep breath as I closed my eyes in my bed on the last night of 2019 in that buzzing Spanish city. I wanted to hear my higher-self whisper ‘happy new year’ to me that day. I swooshed into a deep meditative state as I let my muscles relax from my little toe to the top of my always-wondering head. Somehow I knew, that moment there would be one of the catalysts to my spiritual expansion within the emotional field.

Emotions have been my stumbling blocks for quite some time actually. I had this ongoing lesson about feeling my way through things until I finally started to get it. To get softer. To become the light in between the hidden cliffs. To become the nurturing character in all areas of my life, not just in business. That meant shedding my old skin of the ‘strong woman’. Oh, the painful ripping of that layer of old patterns. There was no longer this masculine lady who would burst out in an angry monologue about what women should really do and how it had been so overdue to rise up, speak up, act up. What was beneath that old skin, was this caring woman who wanted to share her energy with another soul whom she knew for centuries. So as I closed my eyes to start meditating myself into 2020, I felt this eruption of acceptance and joy spreading through my cells.

I was ready to step into the gates of my destiny. I was given a choice to leap or flow slowly. I didn’t hesitate. With a sharp turn, I walked away from flowing. I wanted the speed, the thrill, the explosion of experiences. And I wanted them to circle around two aspects of my life: career and relationships. I got more than what I expected for both. Life led me down a path that was ending at the door of destiny for both of these. I was already past the gates, now it was the doors that I had to bust through. With a heartful kick, I first kicked down the career door. I finally felt the courage to start my own business instead of waiting around to feel ready. Fire came back into my soul as soon as I gave my attention and love to mind my own business. I brought myself to the forefront. The raw and real self that had been carving those questions in my whole being for years. But what happened next was not what I expected at all.

I imagined my career would magically transform and I’d become a spiritual entrepreneur overnight. My days would be mainly filled with business activities and smashing it out there. Instead, I ended up saying yes to a random road trip with my friends in mid-February. Honestly, how could I have known that that road was also leading me to my destiny? All I wanted was a quick break from spending 10+ hours on my laptop trying to change the world. And then it happened. It was another level of manifesting. The second I heard his voice, something shook in me. A buried part of my soul just got abruptly woken up and started screaming at me: it’s him! There he is! I shushed that voice. No, not now, I’m only here to take a break. I wasn’t looking for this. Maybe not consciously but a deep part of my heart knew that my manifestation was just about to burst open in front of my eyes in this tiny seaside town on the east coast of Spain.

How could I have known that the next morning I would wake up in the arms of this soul-feeder? Nevertheless, I did. I woke up next to him and today, 2 years later, I’m grateful that I chose the leap route. So whatever gates you stand in front of, know this: it’s worth to leap.

J, this is what you meant

So many thoughts are swirling around within a pool of heavy emotions within me. How can something get rooted so deep inside your soul in such a short amount of time?

I guess you had no idea just how deep those roots really were. I can’t blame you, I’m not exactly vocal when expressing my feelings. But my emotions were there for you to see: when I closed my mouth and just listened for hours to absorb some of your pain. When I opened my mouth and told you how powerful your soul is and how much potential you truly have. When I got un-comfy just to get you a glass of water because that was what you needed. When I covered you in a blanket when you were fast asleep already with the AC still on. When I watched those documentaries with you to try to understand you better. When I took a backseat to let you be in control. Those were the moments that made my soul light up, that made my heart shimmer and made my mind stop.

I guess you had no idea just how much I really enjoyed our philosophical debates. When you set my brain on fire, you made me feel alive and more attracted to you than you could ever imagine. I felt your intelligence making its way through my bloodstream making my heart pump faster. Those were the moments when I felt the closest to the raw you.

I guess you had no idea how impatiently I was counting down the hours to be spending time with you. To do nothing in particular but just to feel your energy. Just to play with your hand between my fingers or to get lost for a moment in your gaze.

I guess you also had no idea how much I struggled to make this work. How much pain you caused me while pushing me away unintentionally. How many chances I had given this to work is beyond my rational mind. That’s how I knew that my feelings were truly real and raw. They conquered my logic countless times. Shutting me out from your vulnerable space made me feel that I was not worthy for you to enter that sacred place. Slipping back into your bad habits made me question if we are ever going to get really aligned. Were we even looking into the same direction? I’ll never know. What I do know is that these few months have shaped my life and despite the pain, I also got a different level of caring from you. I’ll be ever so grateful for those moments.

I guess I had to experience multiple heartbreaks with you in such a short amount of time to love you even deeper. And to eventually to love me even deeper. To realise that when two people love each other that might not be all what it takes to build a healthy partnership.

So J, what you meant to me was something I’ve never had before. Something so strange, so intense, so painful, so full of drama and so fiery. So satisfying yet so not enough. So ambivalent and so confusing.

When I walked away from you for the last time I was hurt but mostly I was angry at myself that I let you make me feel worthless. The way you talked to me was not something I could shove into one of those ‘guess you had no idea’ boxes.

(I guess I realised my real worth.)

Seeing through dark clouds

21/03/2018

She didn’t care what other people would think about it, this was her life and her decisions. No one else can live her life, experience her moments each day. No one but her.

She didn’t understand why this made her feel so good despite battling through a dark phase together. Perhaps she was capable of seeing through the dark clouds and her mind knew that her heart was telling the truth. She just needed to trust the process. She just needed a little more patience to get to experience the bright days as well. Even in this darkness the sun would still break through for moments, some of them were quite long, blissful moments.

These were all that mattered.

She didn’t understand why he was afraid to believe that her feelings were real. Maybe he’s been carrying too much pain inside for too long. Maybe too much disappointment and he might be a little scared of losing it all again. She didn’t need to understand any of this.

She didn’t care how irrational this seemed from the outside. It made her happy somehow. It made her feel that this is a man worthy of her time. Someone she can trust, someone she can care for and be cared for. The simple things, the little things.

These were all that mattered.

She didn’t want to convince anyone, not even herself. If there are some things that can’t be understood but her gut feeling says it is a good thing for her then just let it be. Perhaps she will understand it all one day.

She decided to enjoy it all. Every little moment of it. This was her life, her moments. No one else can feel what she feels each day. No one but her.

Understanding this is what truly matters.

Double jointed circle

29/05/2018

Upside down
Round and round

The circle keeps rolling back to its starting point but now the shape looks different to me. It’s no longer a circle. It resembles more of an 8 shape. Double jointed circle bent in the middle into infinity. Cliché? Perhaps. Yet it doesn’t faze me.

Keep going, keep going, round and round, upside down.
Same thing. New perception.

Sexual art

26/01/2018

It was not a game we played, yet I feel like I lost

When we rolled the dice
We realised
What we wanted the most
Was what we have lost
The effect came afterwards of course
We didn’t think it through, I suppose
But it’s too late now to undo this
As my lips shiver for just one more kiss
How I imagine your fingers dig into my neck
There’s no way we can ever go back

The frequency of your voice
Sends me into a shock
My body vibrates
Blood pressure on high rates
Muscles tighten up
Your palm becomes a cup
Holding body parts
It’s sexual art

A whiff of your scent sets fire to my nerves
And the desire to feel your body on me burns
It burns through my rational thoughts and judgement
You breath in, I breathe out, no need for adjustment
Time eventually ceases
Our connection increases
I exhale the sweet sounds of joy
You watch me elevate and shake, enjoy!

The frequency of your voice
Sends me into a shock
My body vibrates
Blood pressure on high rates
Muscles tighten up
Your palm becomes a cup
Holding body parts
It’s sexual art

Just when I think I can’t take it anymore
You pull me closer into you, encore
But the best part is not the multiple joy
Not even the fact that I completely lost control
But it’s the truth that we united and became one
Without you in my life I’m absolutely undone.

Trip over yourself

01/04/2017

Dream with me and live without me
Tomorrow might be just a fantasy
And apologising to me will be a courtesy
Dancing around the pieces of our broken dreams
Might help you to forget me. Go on and heal.
The truth might be buried deep

But the heart sees
Beneath the lies,
The cries,
The begging.

Begin the new trip. And trip over yourself
In the process
Because pain now means less
That is a new Yes.