Leaked

For this Halloween I have a really special gift for you – a new single.Well,this time it is not my song…if one can own a song at all.It was originally written and sung by somebody else I simply adore from the bottom of my heart.

During this week I’m constantly dropping hints about the author and so! + you can send me yes/no questions into mailbox,fb,here…wherever.

And those who guess the author of that song,will get the download link right into their ūüíĆ-box

Love

Possi

Hints so far: It is He.The song has 1 icelandic word in it .

More on INstagram :@possimiste

Whatever, Love

At first I thought it was a colorful dream of mine…but this colorful dream was ¬†actually ¬†just a glimpse into ¬†the memories of a girl with heart-shaped glasses that I got to see.

I decided to make this video for her and other beautiful and curious beings because I believe our stories are the most valuable part of us all. Those books  are worth writing and to be opened because there are billions of people in the world and somebody might need exactly yours, love.

Heart-Shaped Glasses

Heart-Shaped Glasses

Gosh, this is so strange to feel the memories of a stranger floating around inside you. A story ¬†that I had the chance to read. We are all writers in a way, aren’t we?

 My heart-shaped glasses that nobody can take away from me.

They are pink colored…but still transparent.Everything you look through them is still real, but with a magic glow surrounding it. The world has been so ¬†beautiful place for me ¬†since¬†I found them once from the woods when I was little.

But I could have never imagined they were so rare…

Why did each one of you want to escape this reality as the world was such a dark place?

#1 into a virtual reality….

#2 into the world of altered state of mind that is maybe so beautiful but so hard to get out of

3#into the world of numbers, graphs,sleeping pills and endless problems

Maybe those inward worlds of yours were very interesting…but it is so hard to know because they are so hard to share and connect to.

What about sunsets and birds, light breezes, different smells in the air, the sounds of an early morning, the excitement about a new mysterious day, the taste of your favourite food, starshine, getting a new thought, the power of a shared word. Beautiful things that the world gives us could connect us all if we’d take a look and notice them.Or can they only be seen through heart-shaped glasses…

Whatever, my loves…..

 

Wow, it¬†must be pretty¬†hard to live with those heart-shaped glasses on if she’s the only one around wearing them.

 

 

 

 

 

A Place for Two

How I wish I could find a way how to describe how it feels…Well, I’ll try me best.

I am definitely myself ¬†in my body…but at the same time I feel there is someone else as well there in my corpse with me. Or ¬†just someone else’s memories and life’s experience…IMG_6933

I know this place very well. She, at the same time, doesn’t have any idea of ¬†where she is or what she is doing here.

I feel her presence. Does she feel mine too?

Or maybe she is , in the real world, actually sleeping and doesn’t have any idea that her soul has travelled to this far-away galaxy and is at the moment inside my body?

Is she dreaming a dream about it?

Would she remember it in the morning?

Or is this memory meant to be kept in secret from her consciousness ?

 

 

 

 

Ghosts

“Well,” answered the little caesar next to me “we could actually go and find a past version of her and experience some moments of her within ourselves.”

“Now I don’t really understand”

“Look,it works basically just like this : When walking through life we always leave a line of ghosts behind.Nothing ever disappears completely in this universe.”

“Come and don’t worry,it’s going to be fun,they are just ghosts”

Enough!

Enough!

That’s enough. I have been watching her ¬†for almost…what they call 3 months on Earth.I have been silent because there has just been nothing to write about >her days look all the same: perfect from the outside but filled with a cocktail of alcohol, orange juice and tears from the moment she gets home. She is the saddest picture I have ever seen. I can’t do this anymore.

She ¬†“If I had all her charm and money, “I told to a tiny caesar next to me, “I would cover the white walls of this house from inside with all kinds of colours.

I’d turn it into a piece of art.

I would fill it often with music, laughter and good spirited strangers that the universe wants to connect there and then. It would be a space where moments of beauty can happen.

sometimes I’d just love to be there alone and have the starry sky moments just for myself so that I could get to know myself more and more deep and play guitar at midnight ¬†following the rhythm of my heartbeat.

I would travel the world and taste all kinds of different foods.

…feel different winds and rains on my skin.

…hear how the waves on the seas of the world make different sounds.

…how the sands feel different to walk on.

…how the birds sing different.

…how ¬†my hair dries at different speeds.

…how my walking speed changes in different environments.

…how it feels to miss something or someone…or would I ever miss anything at all when I know I’m not missing out a single moment of meaningfulness and beauty ¬†in my life?

I would squeeze as much juice as I can out of every orange in my garden and drink it pure and fresh.

“But you are not her,” replied the little caesar.

“True…there must be ¬†a reason why she has muted everything, right?”

“Of course there is,”

“If I were her….WAIT! Could I please be her for a moment of ¬†just…enough ¬†time?Would that be somehow possible?”