You were right, Darling

Today I was just talking with P. about you, when I remembered something you said last New Years Eve.

Remember Last New Years Eve? When I was crying at 1 am with a bottle of white wine in bed, watching Sex and the City?

That was when you predicted that I would stop drinking red wine with Coke, that I would get a sales job and that I would meet a man with brains, looks and spirit. A man worthy of me, as you said.

Guess what, Darling?

You were right.

I got a sales job. And then I lost it 2 weeks after.

I met the guy of my dreams. He's 2000km away from me.

And I drink a lot of red wine. Without Coke.

So cheers, let's drink to forgetting you ever wished me anything. Let's drink to chaos, and not knowing what might happen and not giving a damn about predictions.

Let's just drink.

To you being right, Darling.

https://youtu.be/co5gy_2uOEY?list=PLhcnHz5xhl2pIlP9l342peKjWifzn1SKM

we'll meet again

don't know when
don't know when

you go to my head

you go to my head
like red wine
like light on a Sunday morning
like the jazz song I keep hearing in my head
each time we kiss.

you go to my heart
like real tears
of joy
and sorrow
like the warmth of an embrace that makes
the sun shine on us so bright.

you go with me
my darling
and I with you
we're drunk
in love
and wishing we could be
apart
but only
at the distance of one heart.

PS - you just told me I am drunk.
PPS - that's exactly what I want to be.

Special needs

I don't need the light
I don't need the night;
I don't know if I want tomorrow to come.
the sun is just a ghost,
a shade of golden white on a gray sky, suffocating the dawn.
I don't even need the sky
I don't need the entire planet;
I don't know if I really need a country.
my house is a shadow of tangled colors, all disintegrating at the same time.
I need my room
I need me;
I know I want you.
You are light enough.