Hang in there

1000 feet above

There’s something special about the big city, right? The hundreds of buildings lighting up the sky. The streetlight which never goes out. The many streetshops, where you can find everything. Not just your regular needs, but literally everything. The many resturants that spread a lovely smell of the most wonderful food you could ever imagine on each street corner.

People are looking like ants. They’re moving around, busy and stressed. Cars are driving wild and crazy, and in the far you can hear one of them honking and a caralarm setting off. Looking down from a skryscraper a 1000 feet above.

Smile. Please smile.

I love it when your lips points up, instead of down. I love the way it’s impossible not to smile back, when your eyes sparkle and your teeth shine. A smile, nothing more than a simple smile to brighten up my day.
My mother used to tell me; “Sarah, if you feel sad, turn that frown upside down, I promise you, it helps”, and never once has it failed me since. So please smile, I love it when you smile.

Under the bridge

I love the feeling I get when I’m sitting in a boat. The wind is blowing in my hair, and the water is making waves underneath the deck. I can feel I’m dissy, but I don’t care, because the fresh air is kissing my face, kissing my cheeks, and that’s when I get the feeling of being free and careless. Free from the daily stress. School, homework. Out on the water it’s just me. Me and the waters song. I say the waters song, because there’s something unique and special about the sound of waves on water.