Calm

The sound of rain is a calm sound and

 The taste of lemon is bitter but not as bitter as

 putting my hand in ice cold water. It feels like my entire body is put in there but

when I walk trough snow. I gasp. I sound like a sea lion. This season I like but not as much as spring because

It smells like flowers and peace. The wind messes with my hair and

It feels soft and like a bunch of little pins put together when I touch it.

On Sundays I don’t feel like getting up because I know my weekend is already over – this feeling is almost as bad as when I enter a hospital

I feel really uncomfortable knowing that people are not well or dying in the other room – Other times I feel like I am on Greys Anatomy – I love this show a lot but not as much as when hearing

The voice of a little baby laughing or Anni telling me food is done.

When someone is shouting my name I either feel really embarrassed or get an anxiety attack in that moment. But I feel like I have to see who the person is to be calm again. Then I just wait for the rain.