Roar in the Afterglow

Naked bodies. Thank god for those. And No, I'm not talking about a surgically enhanced cover of a magazine. Or any add for any make-up or wrinkle cream.. something to to tuck things in, straighten out a wrinkle, a stretchmark. you name it. I'm talking about bodies, Real Bodies. Life. A few weeks ago my good friend mentioned to me about how thankful she is, and how lucky we are as Finns, to have grown up with nudity, saunas and PE- classes at the local pool- with changing rooms for all the generations. To from  the age of 8 get to see breast thrown up over a shoulder, big granny pants, shower caps and hair in places that Cosmopolitan wouldn't dare to mention it in its newest section on a smooth summer skin. That is being lucky. So damn lucky. We know what real women look like. A body changes with life. Without that change the one inside it wouldn't have lived. To see the determined face as she enters the pool. A wrinkeld laughter, all parts dragging- sligtly loos

This is a bit of a different one; I decided to make a list of observations I made here in my little London life the past month. - Here on Stroud Green Road, Next to the Big Yellow car-wash  there was an injured pigeon walking the street, a cat was chasing it. The bird could not fly and had no chance, a man came and picked up the pigeon and moved him to a safe location, my faith in humanity was restored. - I explained to the firealarm, (as it went off) not to worry- it was only burned toast. - If you observe me you will find that I always apologies to furniture I bump into. As I hit my toe I will most likely say something along these lines; "I'm sorry.. Auu.. &%#?, Auu.. And then I laugh or cry depending on the damage. I wonder how I would react if the door suddenly replied with a British politeness, - I'm starting to realise I'm a little bit of Ted Mosby, Bridget Jones and the Foxes that scream outside my window at night, they never give up on whatever the

If you wait long enough a new morning reveals. There are no failures You're a fighter She wakes up, he breathes. I don't care how long you stayed in bed, its not a competition, Wiggle youre toes for a while instead. You are still here- despite the hells you've been through It doesn't matter what they think, What matters is you. There are many reasons to shut down the lights, but the one that keeps on burning is the fact that youre still alive. I hope somewhere youre smiling, not for the world to see, but within yourself- for whatever reason it may be. I hope you find a reason to see the day until its end. And then.. A new morning reveals. You're a hero dear friend. .