Tea Forever For Me!

I have nothing big to talk about, just want to show you something!
When I heard that Lady Gaga have the song called Tea, I was wondering about what could it be (uuuu a rhym ;) ) If I can't hear her's I'll write my version, my idea of it and I opened a Word doc and typed the name Tea. Then I had no words...It was a blank canvas looking at me and I have no colours to create something of it. And i was so devastated that I saved that file with just a name Tea. It was hanging there among my files and one night (of course it was night cuz I'm a night owl and yeah then I have inspiration) and I got this idea of The A Team from Ed Sheran but still nothing tangible and I wrote the first verse among other very bad lines and it was she's my tea. Now why is she my tea? how can person be like a tea? Cuz she's that hot? cuz she tastes that good? cuz she smells that good? I was left again with those thoughts and I left it standing stearing at me. And I couldn't imagine ;), but I was drinking tea when I realise that she is like a tea, because I couldn't live without her. The first stanza (what a word!) was written it was sweet and lovely, but if you read my stuff I always like to fall a bit into dark upppsss I'm sorry. But it has a happy ending! yay me!!! And of course love, love, love, I want your love!

Tea

Everytime I see you on the floor,

Everytime you close another open door.

I start to wonder if it's true,

But I believe it is just you,

Nothing can dry your tears,

Nothing can turn back the years,

But when you are with me,

Smile and be free

                                         

You are like a tea,

Warm, good for me,

You are like a tea,

Running free.

And with every look I can see through your eyes,

And with every touch the cold inside of me dies,

And whenever she's with me!

She's my tea!

Now that we are apart we are blind,

I try to focus but only you're in my mind,

I'm feeling cold when I'm alone,

I feel bear as a broken bone,

Leave me alone in tears,

I'm lost in all heaven sfears,

But when you were with me,

I was happy, I could see

You are like a tea,

Warm, good for me,

You are like a tea,

Running free.

And with every look I can see through your eyes,

And with every touch the cold inside of me dies.

And whenever she's with me!

She's my tea!

I have to stand up and remember,

It's snowing and it's cold out in december,

I want to smell fresh tea leaves,

I need love for my heart that grieves,

When I feel that cold breeze,

When the phone rings, it's you please!

But when I hear your voice,

I have a second choice!

You are like a tea,

Warm good for me,

You are like a tea,

Running free.

And with every look I can see through your eyes,

And with every touch the cold inside of me dies.

And whenever she's with me!

She's my tea!

So hope you liked that! :) It's a bit wintery, but I don't care I don't live in time, but in imagination so I don't care! :D

My story

I just found out that I've never told you my story and it's going to be a story about finding happines

Once upon a time, there was this house, no it wasn't a big one, but it was very long, it had big living room, full of wonderful things that you could just look at, and in the back, there was that very special room, full of wonders, full of magic, but in there there was that special spell called love, everybody living in this house could feel it, cuz the door was always open, even the people who would visit it, were changed but this magic.
But some dark day that magic was gone...gone for good...The beautiful long house, became just a blank new page in the boring book that nobody would take down from the library shell. So dad and two boys moved out, cuz they didn't want the blank page they wanted a new story, they wanted a new world full of new wonders. They moved to this garden, it used to be called The Garden Of Colours, but there were no colors to be found, no blossoms, just empty grey....
One day, the little boy came to the door of this garden, he entered. He was holding this little doll in his hand, it was devidet in two halfs, one was bright, he named it The Kid of The Sun, and the other one was dark, almost black, he named it The Beautiful Creature of The Dark. Oh how he loved that doll! He couldn't live without it, it reminded him of that magic in this old long house. He entered the garden. He couldn't believe how could somebody abandoned it, it looked so beautiful, but still bear. He was walking along that grey labyrinth and he found out that he had lost his toy, his one and only memory of the magic and that special spell, he ran back, but he couldn't find it, it was gone...like that magic...
He was crying so hard nobody could stop him, nobody. Through the time wound healed, but never disappeared.
One day it itched him so hard, that he went to this door again! He pushed them, and entered, it was even more terrifying then before, all the spiders and the voices were there, but he grabed all of his courage and went through the labyrinth again. He was walking and thinking when he suddenly triped and fell. It hurnt him so bad, the blood showed on his knee, when he saw through what he triped, he blew all the dust away from it and found his old charm-the doll! He picked it from the groudn, and while he was getting up, he beheld a doorhandle, it was a beautiful wooden doorhandle. He cleaned the dead climber of it and he found the beautiful hand-carven wooden door. He tried to opened it but he couldn't it was locked. He was sad again, he took his doll and turned away. He notised that around doll's neck there was a string from which the key was hanging. "How did it get there?" he asked himself and took it from the doll, he turned back to the door and placed the key in the lock. "It fits!" As he was tuning the key the light started to appear from behing the door, it was so bright that he had to cover his eyes to open the door, he stepped through it! He was very curious to see where did he come to, so he uncovered his eyes and saw this magical word! It was a garden full of blossoms, colors and magic, the one from the old long house. Blossoms came to him and said: "finally the saviour came and unlocked this ugly door that was keeping us from the world, that locked us here, so the world could be blank as the new page, the sad page in the book!"
All creatures ran out on the grey garden and filled it with colors, happiness and MAGIC. The boy was happy again as all the people around him. And the magic wasn't cought in this little room or behind wooden door. Magic was free as this child was! Magic saved him, and made him happy as he was before!

The end

The night circus!

Hi guys!

I don't think that will be the review of the book (simply, because I didn't finish it yet :/ ) but it will be looking at this book from my point of view!

So I'm really mad for everything victorian (well not the toilets...)! I like the feshion, art, houses, life, feeling, food... and now the new love is here: Magic in the victorian era. Not that I believe in magic, but it would be so much fun if magic would exist!
I always loved witches, magic everything that farytales has hahaha. And with magic comes the mystery of it, and how can somebody tell or explain magic to us. And magic can be good, bad or something in the middle! (Little in the middle!) But it will still be beatiful, even if it's bad.

And the next mistery is of course the circus! Nowdays the circus has lost it's power if you ask me! Now we see a circus like doing weird stuff with animals and blah blah blah... But like 100 years ago that was different, there were small people, there were mermaids (oh, I could write about them, maybe another time :) ), there were illusionists and all weird stuff.
Now we don't have this anymore, because we have science and we know about those stuff. But in the victorian times that was totally different, people were amazed by the let's say darknes of the circus, by the feeling of it, by the mistery that circus had.

If I could go back in time, I would definitely visit the circus! I wonder how it would be...

well that's why I'm reading The night circus!
It has that feel of magic, the book sucks you in it and you are there, standing in fron of that big, weirs, white flamed bonfire! And there are those little paths that leads you/takes you to the different performances and I think that's magic! That journey through your imagination.

I'm not going to talk a lot about the story, cuz I don't know how it ends, but I really like (I just don't like that he-Marco loves two women :/ weird, but I'll let the story to tell me and takes me where ever it wants to)

I have to say that the book is for slow reading, so if you choose to read it, take time, maybe on the train or when your bored, coz story is big and that "biggnes" will take you through the journey that you can't imagine!
And you'll feel that you're a part of it, really!

So if you read it, or if you are reading it, tell me your thought and feeling (just please don't tell me the end)