Wanted

She is somewhere around the corner. Perhaps near the edge of the world. She might be waiting or rushing through the day free like a bird. I would like to know what she is doing and all the most what hides in her mind. I want to look through her eyes and see what she see. I want to feel with her heart so it can touch my soul. I want too much, but my desire shattered like glas hitting the floor. If you crack my heart open, you will see longing drips like tear drops and fills the river with loneliness. 

She is somewhere, so close but yet so far holding the key to the magic door to my heart. 

Strength

Sometime I wonder what makes me strong, but unluckily I still haven't found out the answer to that yet, on the other hand I think my strength come from the people that is most important to me. They whom stands beside me at all cost. And for that, I'm grateful for their existence.