poetry, texts, written thoughts

A dozen broken hearts

I walk this empty streets once more.Thinking of you thinking of me. Wondering what I’ve been waiting for. Thinking about what we used to be.

I stare at the lights, that run next to me. Wondering if they have always been so bright.Or if It just now that I see, how bright they have always been.

Now, that My eyes are not just on you. Now, that I finally see. Now, that I no longer do, what you tell me to. Now, that I am free to see what is actually there.

I am thankful for what we had. Thankful for what it did to me. It has not always been that bad. And eventually it has set me free.

Free to know who I am and what makes me care. Like a bird discovering its wings. Ready to dive. Ready for those winds, to lift it up in the air.

I am ready to learn how to fly.Ready to throw my self down this cliff. Ready to rise up high.Leaving all the pain and tears behind. Ready to live.

And thanks to us no longer being us, I am finally free. I’m being able to trust. And I am finally me.

So thank you for doing this to me. Thanks for setting me free. This time I know it is for real. We are no longer package deal.

I’m on my own and that is fine. I no longer call you mine.

And I will do, whatever it may take, to let my heart not break again, the way it did with you.

One broken heart is enough for one to bare. So in the future I will take better care.

But thanks to you I know myself –And that is worth a dozen broken hearts.

© An Overthinker

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Sometimes I wish I could dive into a pool of isolation.

No voices, No thoughts – just pure silence.

No people who tell you what to do, No society expecting you to behave in a certain way.

No responsibilities, No expectations.

A moment to come to rest.

To breath in, breath out and to dwell in the independence of being yourself.


© An Overthinker

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Today is today

This weekend I learned a really important life lesson. I had to spend three days at the Hospital (nothing bad, I’m fine again) and I shared my room with a 44 year old woman. Seven years ago she lost the ability to speak and had to learn it all over again. Before that she spoke many languages and was working in the international economy sector, now she is struggling to speak her mother tongue.  Continue reading