Down to my own terms, down to my reflections
Thought I could be better, thought I could be bigger
And bigness is nothing when it comes to what they believe it to be
Like a soldier coming from war, over and over,
Like a seashell the oceans brings to the shore and swallows it back to the deep
There should be no shame in surviving and being open to battles
Still I cringe and feel small at the thought of what I could´ve been
If I had kept the mirror to myself
If I had not listened to the sounds of silences
If I had believed what I was supposed to believe.
Losing turned into treasures
Photographs of smiles, impressions of smells
Colours, sounds,
The warmth of hugging a loved one who's not here anymore
Salty kisses, sand, clouds and the wind.
Treasures no one can steal,
No one can spend.
My own terms, what is it that is so important after all
Whatever keeps me inside me,
Whatever keeps me flowing,
Whatever keeps the little boy with the gap between his teeth smiling.