Monday, July 31, 2017

127 cashew nuts

It's getting too
late.
I'm getting too
hungry for
sleep,
cashew nuts,
morning
and you.


On juba liiga
hilja.
Ma hakkan aina enam
janunema
unele,
india pähklitele,
hommikule
ja sulle.



Sunday, July 30, 2017

Tickling dreams

It was the time for
summer evening
in the city -
breathing in new faces,
new thoughts
but same,
good old
tickling dreams.




And I haven't felt this in a long time. Not knowing what it will bring, where I will stand or how uncomfortable it could get. Not knowing tomorrow but being certain it will be fine. Fine is better than extreme happiness and the opposite of that. It's good. It's stable. It's full of everything around it.
Haven't felt this alive... in a long time.
Seriously.
Ridiculous.


Friday, July 28, 2017

Kissing at 1:27pm

The sun kissed my eyes,
I'm not tired anymore.
And kissed my legs
so I could go as far as I desire
and my shoulders
so the weight got lighter.
Kissed my lips
and mouth
and ears
to reclaim my peace.

Päike suudles mu silmi,

ma ei ole enam väsinud.
Ja suudles mu jalgu,
et saaksin minna nii kaugele kui soovin
ja mu õlgu,
et raskused läheksid kergemaks.
Suudles huuli
ja suud
ja kõrvu,
et taastada mu rahu.






Thursday, July 20, 2017

Kissing coffee

My mouth is full of laughters and the taste of kissing icy cold coffee. 

I guess I can still see the sunsets and not be afraid of rising. I can still effortlessly move on and not be scared of forgetting the lessons. I might still fear of wasting my life but now at least I will do something to remember it. I can still have my love and life and soul... but still want to grow apart from my bad parts. I still wish to be caught, even if I'm pretending to run away. I can still be who I was, it just depends if I want it, what part of it, how much of it. I can still sometimes feel uncomfortable, uncertain and yet, still feel I will be someone's best thing. I guess I can still stand up, even when I thought I couldn't. 
I guess I can still blossom and not be afraid of losing love. 


Tuesday, July 11, 2017

127 Substitutes.

After that I understood
why people fill their lungs
with smoke.
Why they can't sleep
and fill their life
with half empty coffee cups.
Substitute.


Pärast seda ma mõistsin,
miks inimesed täidavad
oma kopse suitsuga.
Miks nad ei saa magada
ning miks täidavad nad oma elu
pool-tühjade kohvi topsidega.
Aseaine.



Thursday, July 6, 2017

1:27pm is fresh in here



1:27pm in here
is never-ending inhales
of fresh self,
fresh peonies,
fresh thoughts...
or at least old thoughts
with fresh conclusions.
1:27pm in here
is hoping
that the grass is dry,
hoping that tomorrow
I'll be home
and hope.
Just hope.



1:27 tähendab siin
igavesi värske õhu
sissehingeid,
väskeid pojenge,
värskeid mõtteid...
või vähemalt
vanu mõtteid
uute järjeldustega.
1:27 tähendab siin
lootust,
et muru on saanud kuivaks,
lootust, et homme
olen ma kodus
ja lootust.
Lihtsalt lootust.



Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Clair de Lune somewhere around 1:27


Midnight sirens
are the most
fragile sounds.
They come in the room
and make you forget
everything
you've learned,
you know
and you love.


Hilisöised sireenid
on kõige
murduvamad helid.
Nad tulevad tuppa
ja panevad sind unustama
kõike,
mida sa õppisid,
mida sa tead
ja mida armastad.

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

She blossoms

She was everything I ever wanted. But I pushed her away by not believing she's here, by not believing she exists. Yet she does and she's here and she has been waiting so long for me to simply greet her and let her in.
Nourishing my wishes for the big ending dried up her skin, mind and feet. She begun to lose her words, lose her feet and lose her grace. I asked her what's wrong but never listened. She started losing it all even though she had it all. I guess she still has it, she's just too weak to take it all in. To realise where she is, who she is, what she has and what could she do.
Whatever she touches blossoms.
Hopefully it still does.



How do you say "sorry" to yourself?

Monday, July 3, 2017

You at 1:27am

You will never die.
I wrote about you.


At 1:27am with the stillness of the sea.
At 1:27pm next to a stranger in the lunch room.
Inside the number 127 locker.
On top of 127 ferns.
Wrote 127 times.
In 127 ways.