Wake me up

The sun is rising
and I only see a glow
breaking through the sleepless night.

Everything ends
when everything starts.
Please, don’t wake me
I’m not ready yet.

The sun is setting
and I only see a faint glimmer
breaking through my closed eyes.

Everything starts
when everything ends.
Wake up until it’s too late.


© W. Donovan

The Versatile Blogger Award

Thank you so much Lynyo for nominating me for The Versatile Blogger Award. I am really honored.

The Rules

1. If you are nominated, Congratulations you have been awarded the Versatile blogger award.

2. Thank the person who gave you the award and include a link to their blog.

3. Select 10 -15 blogs/bloggers that you’ve recently discovered or follow regularly.

4. Nominate those bloggers for the Versatile Blogger Award.

5. Tell the person who nominated you 7 things about yourself.

7 things about me

  1. I’m an extreme introvert. I love being alone and doing everything alone.
  2. I suffer from social anxiety. It’s quite mild but still… makes my life harder.
  3. I love herbal teas!
  4. I’m allergic to many things.
  5. I love wandering, especially surrounded by nature. It calms me down, helps me gether my thoughts and gives me a lot of joy.
  6. I’m quite a sad and depressive person.
  7. In April next year I’m planning to go for a two weeks long car trip somewhere around England. I dream of it every day.

Blogs I nominate

You weren’t there

You weren’t there
but you were with me
in my mind.
You weren’t there
but I dreamed about you
last night.
You weren’t there
but you were with me
in my heart.
You weren’t there
but i thought about you
that day.
You weren’t there
but I knew
you were with me
you thought about me
you dreamed about me.


© W. Donovan

Cage

She’s in a cage
in a safe place
away from the world
away from fear
away from everybody.
She’s in a cage
where she can live
the way she wants
Where she can live 
away from mistakes.
She lives in a cage
which is a trap
of being lonely
of staying neutral
of feeling safe.
She’s trapped in a cage
How can she go forward
when she cannot breathe
How can she fly when
she cannot spread the wings
Why should she sing
when nobody listens?
In the cage.


© W. Donovan