Heartlines
Heartlines is a space for honest reflections on relationships, healing, and the emotional threads that shape who we are.
Here you will find long texts and almost no photos to keep you company while reading. The inspiration behind the content of this category is my journey battling depression, and what I did to overcome the moments when I no longer wanted to be. I also observe people and pay attention to relationship dynamics that give me food for thought.
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Although personal, my experience is universal and known by many women from all cultures, ethnicities and social backgrounds.
It is the story of us.
Oh the river, oh the river, it's running free
And oh the joy, oh the joy it brings to me
But I know it'll have to drown me
Before it can breathe easy
And I've seen it in the flights of birds
I've seen it in you, in the entrails of the animals
The blood running through, but in order to get to the heart
I think sometimes you have to cut through (but you can)
You can, we can, we can
Just keep following
The heartlines on your hand
Just keep following
The heartlines on your hand
Keep it up, I know you can
Just keep following
The heartlines on your hand, 'cause I am
Odyssey on odyssey and land over landCreeping and crawling like the sea over sandStill I follow heartlines on your hand
This fantasy, this fallacy, this tumbling stone
​Echoes of a city that's long overgrown
Your heart is the only place that I call home
Can I be returned? You can
You can, we can
Just keep following
The heartlines on your hand
Just keep following
The heartlines on your hand
Keep it up, I know you can
Just keep following
The heartlines on your hand
What a thing to do
Ooh, what a thing to choose
But know, in some way, I'm there with you
Up against the wall on a Wednesday afternoon
Just keep following
The heartlines on your hand
Just keep following
The heartlines on your hand
Keep it up, I know you can
Just keep following
The heartlines on your hand
'Cause I am
