I really feel soothing in the night, I'm not afraid of the darkness, to me it is more like a place where nobody can hear me and have time to figure it all out. I'm a city light painted girl. In daylight I usually dream that the night will come so that I can write in peace. During the day I can see beautiful words with even better meanings behind them, I can see moments which can help me to complete another chapter in my book. As I meet new people, I hear their stories and suddenly my little world expands. For me it's completely normal to wait for the inspiration to come, to me it has always worked out well, creativity cannot be forced out of my head, it comes to me as random flashes as living my everyday life.

As part of the bohemian lifestyle I make time for my thoughts even in the middle of a stressful day at school/work. Long bus trips or walking around serves me the best I think. As walking, movies scence are shown to me in my head, it feels like I'm looking at the world through this giant glass window, that is probably the best way to describe how it feels to be a person who lives of stories, a person who happens to have her third eye wide open. Some people think my sometimes a bit absured anwers and ideas, don't quite fit into our society, but there is a difference, I unfortunately don't think about logical "real life alternatives", my world is not only around me, my world is inside my head and clearly it has become my own little utopia with the population of one person.

Boho people get excited about small things in their lives and change their style often. Personally I love to dress up in a hipster/80's inspired way at times and listen to modern talking all the time. Other so called small pleasures in my life is observing the sky, everyone has interesting theories about what some cloud looks like or a more philosophical point of view like "the sky is filled with emotions that has been left untold". Untold stories are the best, because you'll need to get out there in the big wide world to search for them. And before you'll do that, do make sure to take a cold shower in the morning, thus your bed full of dreams is warm, but the world out there is not, not yet anyway.

/Lifephilosopher

You need to be the protagonist of the best novel you'll ever write (at least inside your own mind, would love to read your personal novel a.k.a get to know you better), it's called "Life- as I see it"

​Untold story?

What's an unique way to say hello? Hey anyways!

So this Morning ( am I always starting these texts like this?) I woke up really happy, it felt like the happiness grabned something inside me and told me to enjoy the morning before it would come to an end. It's weird how you always get that feeling when you've felt pretty lost and bored for a while and then it comes, the sun from within you like a saving angel. But my mornings are often reflections of evenings spent in great company. Somehow my mind wakes up in the middle of the night and I start to speak, it does not matter who is listening, I speak my heart out and in the next morning I feel happy, because the night took away all of my troubles . As a romantic person I cherish every single moment, those are memories to me. If I feel happy I'm allowed to enjoy it and if not I might just make the best of it and it took me eighteen years to be able to understand. We, as human beings are basically a reflection of the nightsky. We are like stars, some smaller than others, some brighter than others, all very different, but we must realize that we are all stars, but we are only stars, we don't know how big our personal universe will be and who will take us to the moon and back, but do we need to know, isn't knowlegde very limited?

It makes me almost cry when I hear people talk about themselves being only shooting stars, they are afraid of oblivion. I understand their fear, but they should focus on feeling happiness instead of looking for it, when you stop looking you'll find. Even if you feel broken you can eventually be able to say that something, someone or you yourself brought those pieces back together.

Remember you can't see the future, only make it better by changing the way you look at things today.

- The autumn leaves made me feel poetic

Empty benches right? Look again.

I had been walking past you so many times before realizing  your true beauty.

It makes my inner self, my soul speak up to the world, the power music. Without my morning playlist I would not be able to see the beauty of our brutal world in the same way as I do now. I could not go down to a record store when I feel down or listen to Tschaikowsky when I write poetry. I could not sing my heart out together with the Phantom of the Opera, cry together with Jevegeni Onegin. In fact not be interested in dancing without "Comptine d'un autre été: L'Aprés-Midi" from the soundtrack of the movie Amélie. I grew up listening to Donovan, Bruce Springsteen, Scott Mckenzie, The Smiths and The Beatles and during my teenage years I listened to the soothing sounds of Michael Jackson, Coldplay, Nightwish, t.A.t.U, Nirvana, Velvet Underground, Pink Floyd and The Runaways to name some. And in 2014 during a school trip to the UK I had a certain amount of money with me and I had two different ways to spend it : 1. Buy a record player and some vinyls. 2. Buy cute little souvenirs every single day, of course I chose the last alternative, worst choice I've ever made in my life.

And when I turned 7, I chose art school instead of singing lessons, it was a good choice but had I chosen differently would I now be able to sing my heart out on a big stage? I'm not sure because it's all inside my head and when a caraoke night is on its way I feel like a superstar. So I'm all self taught and the only thing I can say is that I've lived in the shadows for way too long and it was time to tell the world what music really means to me. So let's put it in this way: if the music had died like in the Don Mclean song only one shallow half of me would be able to exist. Actually this text could not exist without music.