We Spoke

We spoke

We spoke of love and cities found,

Of buried gold deep underground,

How rivers sigh, when lost to sea,

Of whisky poured in cups of tea.

We spoke of art in Golden frames,

Of memories lost, forgotten names,

How shooting stars write wishes bright,

And shadows fade into the night.

We spoke of wolves and many things,

Of ticking clocks, and circus swings,

how crying doves fly up above,

But most of all we spoke of love.

- Michael Faudet

Death suddenly shook and tossed in sleep, and the dream vanished.

For a brief moment Death had fallen asleep and dreamt of life.

-Nikos Kazantzakis

Reasons to live: lonely edition

watching the sunset outside your window

practicing your favorite musical instrument

making delicious meals and feeling like a chef

trying out pinterest ideas

writing new daily routines to improve yourself

learning a new language or reading books on niche subjects

reading every morning in your cozy reading spot

going on evening drives and blaring your sunset playlist

walking in your city to find cute cafes and secret gems

picking a new artistic or sporty hobby to pour your heart into

doing really fun workouts to songs you love

dressing up in cute outfits or makeup looks without going out

drawing pictures and quotes for your wall

getting a film camera and taking candid pictures

sitting in the park and people-watching

searching for small reasons to regain faith in humanity and life

doing something special for yourself each weekend

petting your cat or dog

or petting neighbourhood cats that wander into your garden

the wistful beauty of watching things & people from the distance

buying flowers for yourself

growing cute potted plants like succulents

film marathons and netflix marathons with ice cream

feeling like a lonely indie film character

dancing by yourself

trying different tea flavors

writing poetry about your solitude

write surreal stories inspired by weird dreams

noticing stuff most other people are too busy to notice

befriending your loneliness and yourself

find beautiful stuff to appreciate every day & write them down

writing detailed diary entries even if nothing happens

spending so long inside that sunlight feels like a hug from the universe

appreciating tiny warmths more, like soup, tea, blankets and songs