Ingrid Laskó ...inside and out...

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Lycka

Hur kan en och samma lycka bli dubbel lycka när man delar den?

kan…

…..eoners eoner av väntan uppvägas av en millisekunds lycka kan… …..en millisekunds lycka sträckas ut till eoners eoner av tid

My beautiful butterfly 🦋

…It’s ok if you want to fly your own way if you want to make your own wind. An almost unnoticed breeze in the morning fog the first rays of sunshine make your colors dazzling – red, purple, black, and yellow. Dance, my beautiful butterfly, dance! Do a piruette! And a loop! Make your own

Can you…

…catch the realness…??? Didn´t thought so. But do you know something? An attempt means everything.

Why pretending…

…that you mean something else? Why not just be, and accept that this is it. Don´t care about all the others, they might not exist. Why pretend, when you can feel the reelness? There is no need for pretending. Your heart is crying, so why pretend something else? This is it, you know. This is

As much as you need

I wish… …that I could take my sisters hand and go out and make snowangels in the snow. She is better but every step takes time. There is no snow. My wish is like a symbol. Christmas Eve, tomorrow.  Since a year I’ve been working away from home. It took a while to make my

Bland vita sjukhusrockar och sprutor

Min syster är lite fåfäng.  Det är viktigt med frisyren, med kläder, med naglar och smink.  Men det är viktigt på ett trevligt sätt.  Min storasyster är ett år äldre än mig. Den förstfödde av fyra syskon. Min storasyster är alltså nummer ett. Jag är nummer två. Min storasyster hade alltid den förstföddes åsiktsrätt och

I should have done…….

A brutal reminder of how quickly life can change. And, the words….. “I should have….” “I should have……” “I should have……” There is soooo many things, that I should have done, that I didn’t done, while there was time. And even if it’s like that, always, when things like this happen, I still remind my

Nothingness

I wonder. How is the place of nothingness. Is there silence. Is there air. Does your heart beat. Is there any thoughts. Does your brain create any thoughts. Hovering just around as a spirit. Can you tell me???

If..! (Jean Michel Jarre)

I like to talk somewhere no one can hear us in I built the wall safe and sound, safe and sound No distractions, interactions Here we are, together and face to face (Face to face) No escaping, concentrating Yeah. it’s hard when you’re never gonna beat the race And if, if we had the time