On The Road

Here are four Short Stories from my little book (told you 'bout in my last blog)!
I wrote them on the road.
The things you see and hear. The things you have an association or inspiration with.

Waiting

People rushing by in the train station,
once in a while someone looks at you.
Someone notices you.

All people waiting. What are they waiting for?
Their love, their train or their life?!

All those different people.
A man whistling next to me, a bike passing by making a rattling noise,
the footsteps of thousands people who passed this spot.

In the mids of all this, me.
A redheaded girl. Just turned 20. Waiting!
On her love and then to catch a train.
Just like everyone.

 Voices in my head

You can hear so many voices
but you can't catch one word.

Trying as hard a I can.

Only a simple Hello is what you catch 

The world is inspiration.

Watching, listening, feeling,
smelling and tasting it all.

Inspiration is all around.
It gives me monkeymind.

Screaming monkeys who wants to get out.

I let them out by writing. 

Monkeys go faster than I can write,
sadly.

So they stay voices in my head.

Following Lines

Your eyes keep following the lines.

But my heart doesn't like following.
It has it's own line.
A heart line, a heart beat. Like yours.

Mine likes to follow it's own path.
Care what others do. It's about what you do and what you wanna do.

Will you be happy if you follow the lines the world made "normal" in life?

It's about seeing more than lines. Create them.

Silence

Break the Silence.

It was a sign on the walls
of a bungalow park I was once.

Silence is hard.

Only when you're sleeping there is silence

(except the snorring types).

At least your mouth doesnt make sounds

and you won't hear most of the world.

You brain, however, still echoes on.

Every night you have dreams.

It's a pitty you don't remember them all.

A phone rings in the silence part of the train.

We "sssssttt!!!!" him like little kids. Still funny.

And then you wake up with a scream.