As the water washed away the searing flames of grief that caused us so much pain, I saw the moon's reflection on the surface.
In that moon, your hand was reaching out to me, offering me eternity with you.
The surface was broken and your hand shattered.
I walked away.
This world is still my home.
Even though I chose hell, I also chose not to let you suffer with me.
Rest.
Forget.
fredag 29. oktober 2010
tirsdag 26. oktober 2010
Just a glare
The physical world is fading all of a sudden.
My body wont budge.
I try to look away but I've lost sovereignty of my eyes. They're stuck.
It feels like I'm losing the strength to carry my own weight.
Time stops!
Now, slowly, I regain control.
My body wont budge.
I try to look away but I've lost sovereignty of my eyes. They're stuck.
It feels like I'm losing the strength to carry my own weight.
Time stops!
Now, slowly, I regain control.
mandag 25. oktober 2010
Shell of a cold soul
It's been a while since I last posted anything here. Guess it's time again.
This one.. I don't know what to say about it. I wrote it while sitting in a cafè and having some coffee. I was waiting for my back-then girlfriend to show up. Anyways, I was watching all these people sitting in the cafè, surrounding me. I was sitting in a corner to myself when I realized I'm the only one sitting alone.
It didnt really bother me but it seemed to bother som of them for some reason. I noticed people was stealing glances, curiously wondering "why is he sitting alone? What is he writing?". I don't know really but that was the impression or feeling I got out of the situation. I was feeling very abnormal, out of place. Like you can be out in public as long as you're not all alone in a cafè or as long as you're a robot, not doing anything that would seem "unusual" to do at the place you're currently in. As long as you're wearing your mask.
But I'm rambling. Might be because I've been up all night. Anyway, here's what I have today, from that day:
If I could ever find the words, I'd tell you about this wonterful place in me. A glacier. A great glacier.
Empty, cold but glorious at the same time.
This is the place I dream of. This is the place I long for.
It's like a deep cave made entierly of ice. Ice crystals and icicles fills this cave like frozen plants and flowers, reflecting the light and illuminating the cave.
A freezing wind runs trough this cave from the blizzard outside. Piercing, skin-cutting frost.
The icicles makes a bell-like chime in the freezing breeze.
A gentle prelude for an eternal, frozen sleep.
This is the place.
Maybe, someday, in this glacier..someone will find my heart?
Frozen solid, behind a wall of ice, where it belongs, where my home is.
This one.. I don't know what to say about it. I wrote it while sitting in a cafè and having some coffee. I was waiting for my back-then girlfriend to show up. Anyways, I was watching all these people sitting in the cafè, surrounding me. I was sitting in a corner to myself when I realized I'm the only one sitting alone.
It didnt really bother me but it seemed to bother som of them for some reason. I noticed people was stealing glances, curiously wondering "why is he sitting alone? What is he writing?". I don't know really but that was the impression or feeling I got out of the situation. I was feeling very abnormal, out of place. Like you can be out in public as long as you're not all alone in a cafè or as long as you're a robot, not doing anything that would seem "unusual" to do at the place you're currently in. As long as you're wearing your mask.
But I'm rambling. Might be because I've been up all night. Anyway, here's what I have today, from that day:
If I could ever find the words, I'd tell you about this wonterful place in me. A glacier. A great glacier.
Empty, cold but glorious at the same time.
This is the place I dream of. This is the place I long for.
It's like a deep cave made entierly of ice. Ice crystals and icicles fills this cave like frozen plants and flowers, reflecting the light and illuminating the cave.
A freezing wind runs trough this cave from the blizzard outside. Piercing, skin-cutting frost.
The icicles makes a bell-like chime in the freezing breeze.
A gentle prelude for an eternal, frozen sleep.
This is the place.
Maybe, someday, in this glacier..someone will find my heart?
Frozen solid, behind a wall of ice, where it belongs, where my home is.
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