I am a Flowerchild

 "Hot coffee on sunday mornings and Cas Haley through music boxes. Miserable cooked pancakes and a handfull of love below blankets. I want to love you right, even at bitter nights. This could have been the Plan, this could have been you and me. But you don`t like girls." Hallo Gänseblümchens, falls du meinen Instagram account aktiv verfolgst, wird dieses Gedicht dir bekannt sein. Denn ich habe das erste mal als Instapoet ein Gedicht aus dem Buch "Flowerchild" laut vorgelesen. An diesen Punkt möchte ich jeden, der eine homophobe Einstellung vertritt darum bitten, diesen Blog zu verlassen und mir auf Instagram zu entfolgen.  Die Frage ist nun: was möchte ich mit diesem Gedicht aussagen? Ich bin mir nicht sicher.  Ich muss zugeben das ich es in purer Hoffnungslosigkeit geschrieben habe. Yep. Ich habe mir meine Zigaretten geraucht, die traurigste Spotify Playlist angehört die ich fand und bin tief in mich hinein gegangen - habe mir ein surreales Leben vorgestellt wo Lie...

 Hello my daisy :) Its my first time to write a blog and I apologise if I don´t update it regulary. Here is my idea: I want to become the kind of author who stays close with her readers. Publishing a book means for me to touch souls, to connect with those who are as melancholy romantic as me and to show awareness for mental health problems. Besides that, I don`t want to cure you, or more like I am aware of the fact that I can cure no one. But I can start a community of people who are aware that they are all not alone and who support each other, that we all feel less crazy or lonely. The idea behind the blog is to regulary tell you storys, the storys behind the poems from the book "Flowerchild". Whenever I read poems from people on Instagram, I always imagine how they got to write those lines: what did they feel? How did they get hurt and why? What music did they listen to when they wrote it? Did he smoke a cigarrette after she broke his heart? Lets see how this will work out....