Saturday, June 4, 2016

Art of Silence

Do you see me,
when I see you 
smile and tilt your head to the sky 
echanting me, enclosing my mind
I saw you first
and looked away
I'm yours.
 
A glow
runs from your hair to your feet,
you're harmonizing,
butterfly rebellions swaying in my stomach
The art of silence
when I don't know what to say
Do you see me?

Everytime you pass by,
you lock me into your eyes
Nice to meet you,
next time I'll say it for real
I looked away
See you soon, you don't notice
I'm yours.
 // thoughts of  an enarmored //







Yes, although this time styling and story are not realted to each other, I was inspired by a little love story, so I wrote a song // poem? // something.
Stories start way back even before the first conversation. Hope you enjoyed!

How did your love stories start? I'd be really interested in reading, if you want to share.

Have a lovely weekend
xx


Saturday, May 28, 2016

About Runaways

Free as a bird,
it's the next best thing to be.
Free as a bird.
Have you ever had the urge to just escape? To just be like the bird from that Beatles Song? Somehow, these lines kept on swaying around in my head.
Hardships, disappointments and struggles come and go in life, so do peoples' feelings become immune, numb.
Do what you want, create what you want - a privilege that is limited in this world.
The envy for other privileges, aesthetics, materials and dreams all those desires we wish to fulfill us flow into a swirl of nothingness.

How tempting can be the thought of just being a bird, flying through the nightsky and escaping all the shit of reality that somehow seems to go wrong every single day.



The countless times of wishing to not be stuck at that road of life, being somewhere, somebody else in the end always lead me to thank the Almighty to have given me the energy of moving on.
Why would you want to be a bird if you can be someone significant? Dream, but don't dream yourself away. Make, create, perfect. Keep your eyes on the things that give you energy and take the responsibility. Breakthrough the uncomfort. Don't escape till it's too late. Don't procastinate too much.


I think these reminders are important from time to time, when to do lists, thoughts and impressions become accumulated to the point one just wants to wipe everything from the table. No matter how to look at it, the only one who can sort through all of that is oneself.

With that said,
Happy Saturday!
xx









Monday, May 16, 2016

Rusty minds and illusory vibes: Styling Stories



How she feels? - Restless.
 All those times, staying still,
stuck in the rusty cages.
What she seeks?  
Escape.


She has the world right in front of her.
Drowning waters, endless deserts, city lights.
She's high, high on life,
golden air, glooming sky.




Days linked seamlessly,
all those times she's content.
She thinks so.
Stuck inside her rusty mind.




Dress - Free People     Rings - Brandy Melville, Flea Market     Gladiators - Coolway

She didn't realize how much she missed
the grassy freshness and nature's gifts
Can't remember the last time
she heard nothing but the river sound.


I was always wondering how humans can do the same thing every day. Get up, making breakfast, go to school, go to work, be home at 5. Meet friends, go out, have a social life, adapting to the self-destructive claws of society's routine. Blending in, "living" your life.

How can someone not become crazy? Big dreams become fanatasies, fantsies become...well, they are just ideas, thoughts. Thoughts can't be erased, can't be tracked, they stay as long as one lives.

But what exactly does it mean to be living?

Living for the weekends, where you actually have time to do stuff you want to do?
Making money? Social approval? Finding happiness?
How do you find happiness when you realize that everything you do will fade anyway? The things you create, the things you write & say?

Becoming too accustomed to smooth routines makes you rusty.
No matter, what happens, never lose the sight of what you love.
Easy-peasy, ha!

What makes you jump out of the bed everyday?








Let's conquer the week!

xx











Thursday, May 12, 2016

Monthly breather: 5 things

While quite some time has passed, I apologize for my absence due to some personal stuff going on, I am not able to fully coordinate my time. Nevertheless, this state is soon going to end. That's a promise I make for this blog space as well as for myself.


So my friend, why not take a step back and think about the question "What have you learned from spring time?". 
I'd love to read some creative answers, here are mine listed in a length of 5 lessons I learned in April spring:

1. April is a beast.
If the weather forecast tells you it is going to rain, don't bother to take your umbrella with you, the crashing wind is only going to ruin it. Instead, enjoy the smell of rain on dry concrete and the fresh water drops cooling the humid air.

2. When you go to a concert, choose one that is open air.
Sunset Sons were in town last month and it was rad. But what was not rad was the hot stickiness in the overheated concert hall.


3. The bicycle wins!
Ditching the car and get on the bike instead was the best decision.

4. Sunlight is energy.
On sunny days I received a lot more smiles.

5. Always have a tissue with you.
Although I love spring, this is the season of pollen flying around in the air and a runny nose is always uncomfortable.


What was your favorite spring moment?

Have a nice Thursday!

xx


Sunday, May 1, 2016

Styling Stories: Sunset Child

What is your first memory?
An endless chain of firsts is what we encounter everyday, but the very first is what will be lost forever once forgotten.
Time is fleeting, yesterday is replaced by today. The future will be the present.

 
I am an April child.
With dawn comes the sun and a storm of changes.
I close my eyes.
The first time I open them I see the trees resisting the mighty claws of the wind.
I close my eyes.
The hard splashes of the rain are dripping on my skin, but when I open my eyes all that is left is the glistering surface of the rough river stones.
I close my eyes.
When I open them I see the last clouds dancing in the fire of the sunset.
I am standing still.
The sunset is an ever changing constant of each day. The time of reflection and mindfulness.
With that I close my eyes.






Skater Coat - Asos    Sweater Dress - F21   Knee Highs - Asos    Coin Necklace - Pull&Bear    
It's been a full week of a full to do list, that seems to be never ending and never to be ended.
Weekend has just been a good time to recharge again. I sometimes would love to be able to control the duration of time.
So many moments I wish to pass by, others I want to be everlasting. With that rush it's easy to forget the significant memories. This is why I love the sunset, it marks the end of the day and sums up every precious experience.

What time of the day do you like the most?

Happy First of May!
xx

Thursday, April 21, 2016

Styling Stories: Roses and Denim

Who are we?
We define us by colour, physique, abilities.
We are artists, thinkers, belivers, expressionists, each of us.
Young, curious, wise, experienced. Human.
I found my center.

Destination:  
I am me and myself.

The denim is rough from the adventures,
on the contrary are the fully bloomed roses swifting with the flowiness of the skirt,
their velvety surface repel the sturdy fibres of the jacket,
but the contradictional differences are all characteristic. Me.

 We are like little roses in a big shrub - each flower blooming with beauty,
seemingly the same on the exterior.
But every blossom, every swirl is different. Same nature, but never alike.
This is truly uniqueness.


 





 
 



Sending some positive vibes in the middle of the week.
Today was one of those sunny days where the sky was so blue and deep like an endless ocean without any cloudy waves that could disturb the sight. All I wanted to do was to sit there and feel the warmth on the sunlight behind my closed eyes for an eternity of five minutes. But of course, nothing lasts forever.
I am really looking forward to recharge my sleeping levels this weekend.

What are you the most excited for this week?
Weekend is almost here, hang on !
xx




Monday, April 18, 2016

Monthly breather: March of Confusion

Hello loves!
A little late with my monthly breather, but right now I actually do have a moment for a breather, so better late than never ;)

 If there is one word that could sum up my feelings in March it would be confusion.
Coming back from Asia after over half a year I found myself being in that awkward state where seemingly not much has changed at home, but at the same time a lot has changed.

I was confused about finding my own daily rhythm.
I was confused about work.
I was confused about my future. ( Actually I think this is something I will always be confused about..)

And eventhough I was not expecting a completely new perspective of home, that's exactly what I got: little mini revolutions in daily life, that sometimes gave me the feeling of being someone still living in the past. That feeling of people moving on while I was still the same Me six months ago was filling me with excitement and curiosity when looking at the future, but also the fear of being left behind.

But I changed as well.

Homesickness while being at home was truly a very new experience, I was missing the amazing people I met during my time in China, the feeling of the truly truly rushing city, the mentality and just the feeling of finally belonging somewhere. It's weird because all of these things I have here at home as well. What I heard about experiences other friends made when they studied a year abroad was that the worst part about coming "home" again is the slump of emptiness you will fall right in and now I really do understand what that means.

I am always scared of new beginnings and in March I was picking up my passion for dancing again. If there is be something that makes me jump out of bed in the morning, it would be the latest dance class, these are the moments during the week where I can just forget about the long hours of working and dissatisfactions of everyday life. And although I have plenty to improve again, I still love every second of it.

Closing this monthly breather, March is the beginning of spring and with that I look forward to new exciting memories.

Currently, I'm working on my next Styling Story and I am never sure if this kind of stuff is interesting to read about, but since this blog also has its function of sort of a little diary, I guess it's fine.  And if you have come so far reading this, I really appreciate it!!


What do you look forward to in spring?

Have a nice week!!
xx