SHARI LOU

Maybe you can feel me, when i say that being a big city single for a couple of years now isn’t easy. You cross many different possibilities, places, people, memories and dawns. And somehow everybody seems to be searching for “the right one”. Failing and asking yourself if all the others are simply romantically challenged too, or just ethical sluts. Well i maybe get to that point in another post.

But all you non-singles out there, are you happy? Is this persons hand you’re holding the right one or simply security and only a second version of your wished standards? I don’t judge that, but I used to know a person in you, dreaming of a love to run wild, a fresh breeze in daily struggle and a mind that is connected but yet so different. Not only a strong shoulder. But a supplement to your life and all the things you wanted to do.

Maybe i shouldn’t ask if you’re happy, maybe i should just ask: Do you feel free?

I know, this is an old story, but that’s why you should know better.

Cause of a hard cold i had suffered the last days, i spent most of the time at home smelling like a whole can of vicks and licorice cough tea. Usually i hate beeing sick and not beeing able to move anywhere and i get bored really fast. But this time i just took this little break of body and soul and crawled into my little cave. Rotting for hours with Nicholas Sparks, Californication and got some delicious vegan cookies and muffins made by Nic, Alex and Martin. Thank you so much, you’re the best!!

Oscar Wilde onces said: “Memory is the diary that we all carry about with us” and here i gonna share some of mine. May be photographs, random thoughts, music and everything else that inspires me day by day.