Think about it

It. 

Two letters. 

     Nothing else. 

Still, it can be allmost anything. 

Power of a single word can be more than any action we make.

     One word.

          Everything

"It is something, isn´t it?
Not more nor less, oh not a bit.

It could be something like that,

about it we might have a chat.

It ain´t something that is not.

It is rather in a thought.

But what is it, you may ask.

To figure it out is your own task."

---

   Pink memory <3

Singing in the shine

Let the sun shine through your eyes,
while revealing what´s inside
your heart.
because next to yours, there´s a part of mine.

Let the wind blow through your hair,
´cause were breathing the same air
again.
Lets enjoy together while we can.

Let the heart do what it wants,
we won´t mind so mind won´t harm
our love.
It´s all I need, I hope you feel it too.



   Pink Memory <3

"I am Smaller Than the Three of You"

...And there I was. Jus relaxing with my morning coffee, jus about to take a sip, when BLAM! It happened... I felt a slight warm flash right in here, in my chest. My heart bumped me. I closed my eyes, and waited for the warm feeling to fill my body. The sky seemed a little more beautiful.

I sat down on a bench in our balcony. My heart bumped me again. I took another sip. It burned a little. A drop fell on the floor. Then another. I heared it, looked at it, felt it dripping. My hand shaked a bit...

I felt a bit drowsy. There was no pain. My life passed through my eyes, stopping at a certain moment. Heartbump. The coffee was cold already. I tried to sip. It didn´t burn anymore. I felt the wind.

Drowsinesss faded. A light started to shine. It became brighter. I stared at it, but I was not blinded. I took a deep breath and took a step towards the light. I felt warm, pleasant. Then I closed my eyes. I sat down again. My heart hadn´t bumped for a while...


          This is a true story. It happened this morning. It has happened before. Sometimes happens in a train, sometimes in a park, you´ll never know when or where. It might happen to you. It might have already happened. It usually happens, when you remember...

          when you realize...

                    or remember...

                              that you love someone.



          Pink memory <3

Announcementy stuffie

Well heello there ^^ I decided to split my blog into two separate blogs. This one here, aaand another one over here. This one will in future include only English and all Finnish stuff will be found on the other blog.

Oh, allmost forgot! I´ll be (or atleast trying to be) posting something on a week-or-something-ly basis, so yay for more posts!
   So this one was just an announcement, will be writing some actual stuff in a day or two ^^

     <3 Pink Memory

Diaries of a Coffee Addict

The title says it all, this time I´ll be talking about coffee ^^

          For all you Tea lovers: If you read this, you´ll realize that we are not 

          so much unlike.

Coffee is propably one of the best things in our world. It ties so many emotions into itself. We can drink coffee with friends, with our loved ones, with our relatives or just with ourselves. Or with cookies or a piece of cake.

 We can drink coffee to get inspired, to be awake, to get warm, or just because it is so damn good. We can drink it in the morning, in the day, in the evening. We can drink it in our homes, in our local cafés, on the go, practically anywhere.

 It silently listens our thaughts, our joys and our sorrows. It never disagrees with us. It accepts us just the way we are.

so next time you take that ordinary morning-cup-o´-coffee, take a sip, and think. How much it matters to you? What would you do without it? 

     Think about it, but instead of coffee, think about a friend. It should make 

     just as much, if not even more sense.

          Coffee matters to us, much more than we think.

                    - Pink Memory

Kädet

Vaimeaa murinaa. Ei uhkaavaa tosin, vaan miellyttävää. Kärsimättömän mielen ikuisuudeksi luoma hetki matelee kohti tuon murinan katoamista. ”Hetki vielä”, ajattelen ottaessani ensimmäistä askelta kohti vaimenevaa ääntä. Toisella osuu silmääni aurinko. Se hyväilee kasvojani lasiruudun, taivaan ja saavuttamattomuuden takaa. Se piristää. Askeleet tuovat vaienneen murisijan sylini ulottuville. Kiedon sormeni mustaan kahvaan kurottaen käteni vastaparilla kohti tutuinta pientä astiaani. Hienoisen kallistusliikkeen jälkeen vaihtavat sormeni valkoiseen kahvaan. Hymyilen saavuttamattomuudelle.

Musta ja valkoinen korostavat toisiaan lämmittäen kättäni. Näin on kahvi täydellistä, sanoisi joku. Vastapari kaataa, sekoittaa, läikyttää. Näin on kahvi täydellistä, sanon minä katsoessani pöydälle muodostunutta tuoretta kullanruskeaa tahraa. Nostan kultaani. Suutelen. Hymyilen jälleen saavuttamattomuudelle.

Kieleni maistaa ruskean, purut, veden ja hiukan valkoista. Se maistaa myös jotakin, jota käteni eivät sen edessä kannattele, ihanuuden. Tuon, joka täyttää muutkin aistini. Tuon, jonka muistan joka siemauksella. Muistan sen koska se ei enää täytä aistejani. Vain näköäni pistää jo vanhentunut tahra. Valkoinen kahva on lipunut sormistani. Kulta on jättänyt jälkeensä vain astian. Ruskea ei enää peitä onttoa sisusta. Pitäisikö hymyillä saavutetulle? Olisi varmaankin pitänyt hymyillä kun sillä oli vielä ollut saavutettavaa.

     - Pink Memory

Pientä novellinpoikasta hoivaillut koulutehtäväksi, mutta kaipa se kelpaa tännekin luettavaksi asti. Kerrohan toki mielipiteesi jos lukemaan vaivauduit. :3

No matter what, sun will allways shine

Oh how much enjoyable little things are there... Birds singing their songs while I walk home from school. A nice cup of milk chocolate coffee. An exceptionally good sandwich. An upcoming visit from someone special... Thew list goes on and on.

A mind full of ideas has been the most time consuming thing in my free time for a while now. Creativity as its highest, I could say -even though I haven´t really done anything yet.

Maybe I should start since ideas have a nasty habbit of getting forgotten if you don´t pay attention to them. - Oh wich reminds me of a song I haven´t finished yet... Got to go before i forget that too.

   Again just a short one. I promise to write more next time

       Love ya, bye <3