John kept imagining things…
I wish I was as inventive as him,
Dreaming of the flight of a dove.
I should be less centered on my heart,
Seeing what I believe could be the future
Painting my vision of love.
Did you know what I would become?
The world is looking for peace,
Humanity is praying for relief….
Forgive my selfish soul
For there’s this Town on my thoughts.
While you want to grow as a population
I keep going back to a delusion.
With no way of returning
No keys to the gates,
Who can tell if I’ve ever really been to this place?
It seems you’ve always left me at the door,
In my head I thought I hit the core,
Blindly hoping there’ll be a ‘once more’.
While kings are fighting for rights,
All I got are these blue eyes.
In silence I chant: Three’s a charm
There will be another chance. Three’s a charm
He’ll be back again.
My last post wasn’t a hopeful poem, it was about how sometimes love seems to be this vicious cycle of hope, joy, disenchantment and heartache. I know it is not always the case, but I think everyone would agree upon the fact that it can sometimes be quite easy to let yourself fall into pessimism. I was thinking about my bad experiences, about those of my friends and couldn’t help but feel like a sad ending is almost always inevitable.
Right now, I am feeling way more positive about love because I am having a good day and I am training myself to focus less on the negative and more on the bright side of things. This is important as there is no point in expecting the worst when things are going great unless you are planning on sabotaging your happiness.
However, these thoughts and this poem, stuck with me and made me curious about people’s love stories, how they started, how they went and how they ended. As I am in Zagreb at the moment, I remembered that it is the home of a rather peculiar but also really touching museum called the Museum of Broken Relationships.
I felt like this was the ideal place for me to go with all my thoughts, doubts and clouded judgments about the past and the future and it truly was. It was not only a fun experience that I shared with my boyfriend, it was actually really moving and a boost creatively speaking. It felt empowering at times, hopeful but also really deeply sad.
Basically, the Museum of Broken Relationships is a place to which people have donated objects that symbolize a relationship they had. Next to the object you will not only be told how long the relationship lasted whether it was for a day, a week or 30 years but also get to read a little personal description.
Some of these descriptions are little summaries, others are poems and my favorite ones are just simple sentences that say it all (e.g.: A jersey of some sport, maybe basketball and the phrase “He was a player.”). It is all random, personal and somewhat magical as they take you to the most intimate part of some strangers feelings and the core of what they shared with their significant other at the time. You go through bitter statements to really sweet ones and it is just an emotional roller coaster! I urge everyone to go straight to Zagreb to see it.
What I liked the most about this museum was the overall message of hope and freedom. These objects were given by people wanting to let go, wanting to finally move on and leave pain and regrets behind. One of the features of the place was a “Confessional”, a large album in which every visitor could leave a comment, an experience, a signature, a drawing, anything really.
A few months ago I chose to forgive someone who hurt me really badly and as time goes by I can tell that I am healing slowly. However, I still have nightmares and quite often bitterness comes back and leaves this feeling of resentment and fear.What if I made a mistake by letting this person back into my life? What if the story repeats itself? There goes my positivity down the drain!
In my opinion, doubting is worse than anything, I took my decision and I just need to let go or I will never be able to fully forgive. In that perspective, I left a confession in the Museum’s album in hopes it will maybe help me move on as it is now exposed among other abandoned baggage. Writing my experience down felt like saying to myself that I am ready to stop reliving the past. Hopefully, this is going to turn out to be more than some wannabe symbolic moment haha
The Museum of Broken Relationships (MBR) is a great experience that is more than just sad stories and break-ups, and I can’t even put it all into words. I will just strongly suggest that you check it out as it is beautiful and different from anything that is out there!
I have wanted to write a song for a while now, I knew which chords I wanted to use but somehow rhythm and lyrics didn’t come to me easily. For weeks I felt frustrated as if there was something stuck in me that I needed to push out somehow.
Of course, it’s like anything when you try and force something to happen, it doesn’t. Another thing is, these last weeks I have been feeling really happy and fulfilled. I am traveling around, I have been in Budapest and Zagreb and right now I am back in France.
Although all of this is awesome, I have noticed that my creativity (
Gee that sounds pretentious) really depends on my mood and is at its peak when I feel upset. I have mentioned this in an older post Music is The (my) Answer to Everything. So it is somehow frustrating because I still want to be creative when I am happy but I just don’t know how.
Can someone help??
As I was leaving Zagreb to go home for Christmas, I left someone I deeply love behind. Even though I know we will be reunited soon, it felt difficult to leave him due to things that have happened between us in the past.
Driving past frostbitten landscape I couldn’t help but feel a little bit lonely. However, as my thoughts wandered I realized that paradoxically the reason why I felt so lonely in that moment, is because I actually have someone that I love and who loves me back… it inspired me because it calmed some of the doubts that I had about this relationship.
Finally, I came up with lyrics, a few days later I came up with a melody. I like it, it’s not genius, but it’s how I feel and I wanted to share it. Enjoy the CHEESINESS haha.
Where he sits, is where you sleep
His head on your shoulder
While on his lap, you stretch your legs
He brings you comfort, your bring him warmth
And any place becomes a home
That’s when you know If an hour away seems to long That’s when you know As just a thought can make you smile That’s when you feel from deep within You can look at tomorrow with him….
A poet once said
Distance is to love
What wind is to fire
A breeze threatened their flames
But seamlessly stronger, the fire grew
It cannot be extinguished nor tamed
As they united more than flesh
No doubts remained
When you not scared of the work ahead When you’re ready, when you want it That’s when you know it is right …. He is right