|| You May Blame It On

My Wild Side

In a world vibrating in rich colors and the sound of souls, I dared to compose my personal melody to paint the universe of my own dreams. Where heartfelt notes are dancing in the limelight of eternity, I am at home. Growing strong. Remaining delicate.

It’s the bittersweet taste on my tongue and the aroma of life kissing me passionately, calling my name. Here, you see me crying. Here, you find me sharing a smile. Contradictory in harmonious balance, I’m singing along bravely and playful in the big saga of life. Your ears are glued to my lips. This wild fusion is a delicious temptation. Big waves rock us and spit us out somewhere. Let’s forget about all expectations and used roads. It’s the uniquely offbeat notes, the extreme highs and lows that touch and stir something within. It is the beat of hearts colliding and mingling into an big orchestra sound. Dimensions are growing while the energy is exploding and using it’s natural space. Absorbed by a journey through time and space.

Awaiting the more quiet sequences to sense every breath I take.

Burning desire in my eyes, while the sweetest blue of the ocean is floating away silently. Devotion and being myself, flattered by glittery sunshine. That’s who I am, it’s my vibe. The little fragile flower your eyes once touched with caresses became an unique source of a love so pure. Forget who you were.

You may blame it on my wild side, that you will have to take your time to watch me. While you stop right here, you find me sitting at my kitchen table writing down my thoughts and feelings. This is where the story starts and another ends.

I’m all dressed up: got my red shiny dancing shoes on, white silk to gently touch my skin, a suede skirt with animal print as my second skin and a beautiful flower to complete my hair. A fancy and creative style. Some bits of burlesque, kinky, seductive and fancy real Rock’N’Rolla- Style. I glow, discovering my huge energy source.

Life welcomes you to join and contribute. It always has been like that and it always will be, in the continuum of every senses of life and death, it is our choice to create rich and wonderful moments that leaves us with a bigger meaning.

Like you couldn’t love me more, you see my hands covered in acrylic paint. Broaden our horizons, we are curious to grow beyond personal boarders. The canvas of life is awaiting it’s own competition of colors dancing to a tasty and sexy sound. Now it’s you and your imagination going triple nuts, searching for long lost memories of a brief encounter. Bond by our karma, we cherish the unique sound of complexity. Let’s throw an anchor to enjoy and dive into an ocean of whispered wisdoms. Adventurous traveler, it’s my pleasure to finally meet you where scars adorn us.

Ich habe angefangen Bruchstücke mal in deutsch, mal in englisch zu schreiben, und doch muss es für mich die englische Version sein; nur diese eine – die Sprache einer kleinen Welt.

The language of a small world, where girl meets boy.

Sovely Matters

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