I Needed a Break

I blogged daily for a good three months, and then I found myself completely overwhelmed with stuff that was happening in my personal life, and an inability to properly express myself by writing about it.

I found myself sitting in front of my mac, fingers ready on the keyboard and getting stressed about not feeling it. I felt the pressure that I had put on myself to do the daily post, and I ended up writing ones that I felt could be so much better, and so much more interesting. So when it came to a certain point, I just had to let myself take a break and practice what I preach, give myself some much needed time off and self-love.

But now I’m finally getting back on track, and words do come easier now. Just got back from a trip to California and in my luggage, I also brought a lot of inspiration and motivation!

I’m very excited about getting back to this and to you guys!

And tomorrow my short, but sweet vlog from California will be up here ☺️

I’ll see you guys tomorrow 💛

 

The Window by Christina de Vries

His eyes. Dreaming. Lost.

The first thing I noticed.

He was standing there. 

Looking out of his window. 

Staring into forever. 

He didn’t notice me. 

Or so I thought. 

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A flower. Blooming. Beautiful.

The next day it was there. 

Bright yellow. Alone.

A yellow face of petals.

Waving to the world from his window.

And I couldn’t stop smiling.

*

Red. Intense. Inviting.

Third day I put it there.

My own flower inspired by his.

Response to an unspoken wish.

A never said promise.

A dream placed perfectly

In his window. And in mine. 

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Burning. Romantic. Two.

The fourth day he lit them.

One on each side.

Lighting up the flower.

Making it beam after sunset.

I kept going back to watch it all night

Until the candles burned down.

*

Smiling. Waving. His eyes. 

Day five and for the first time

They met mine.

Frozen in place and unsure.

Could this be a dream?

His hand rested on the glass.

I smiled and waved back.

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Awkward. Exciting. Nervous.

Day six and there was darkness.

Nothing to see in his window.

He wasn’t there.

I put on a dress and left. 

My window turned dark as well.

None of us home. None alone.

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Memories. Time. His touch.

Days and days and days.

I look out my window

To where it all started. 

Other flowers. Other faces.

He doesn’t live there anymore.

Our window. Two flowers. One yellow and one red. 

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©Christina de Vries – Geek Heaven