Up where they stay all day in the sun

What a day of cowardice. What a day of procrastination.


And I’ll put my hands over your eyes, but you’ll peep through

And the purpose was for him to talk to her. For her to talk to him. For her to talk to her. For her to listen to him. For her to stare at him. And he did talk. She did talk. She did talk. She did listen. She did stare. She also did cry.  

I am blown away

There was a time when our only after school- activity was drinking ceylon tea. It was quite peaceful and I remember feeling content.

How can anyone feel so wild?

And so I found myself sitting on your bathroom floor realizing that things aren't ok, that people don't feel fine and that balance does not exist. Or does it? Is it my wellbeing that causes other people's pain? All I know is that balance does not have the same meaning as justice. I also found that malicious pleasure is completely pointless and that somehow, in this awful place and in these degraded patterns, I feel comfortable and at ease.

If you were a sailboat



Daylight licked me into shape
I must have been asleep for days
And moving lips to breathe his name
I opened up my eyes and found myself alone
Alone above a raging sea
That stole the only boy I loved
And drowned him deep inside of me

When your money is gone, and you're drunk as hell

When I was younger I was able to use my cutlery both left- and righthandedly. If only things were the same way now. How relieving it would be if there were no right or wrong. No comforable or unpleasant. Just something in between and neutral. A spoon? 

Cut out all the ropes and let me fall

This wall that I have built up is one of the few things that is still keeping me sane. Absolutely positive. Even so, I can't help but feel the urge to break it down, which is a bit odd.  


Before nothing can be done

Even though I am still in this grey zone, the shade is getting lighter.

On our way, so it seems, blooming flowers waltz before me

I believe some music is meant to be listened to during a certain time of the year. I enjoy going against my own beliefs.


To slow down the time

We were all alone at our school, apart from the teahcers who were all sitting in a meeting. We had 20 minutes of free time and we were bored. Then she turned to look at me and suggested we play a game of hide- and- go- seek. I blew that proposal off right away, but then started to reconsider. I was not going to force her to count to 400 as I ran around the school looking for a place to hide. So I texted her shortly after I went to the most obvious place and hid in a corner. It took her 20 minutes to find me, and when she did I scared the bgeezes out of her. She had been looking in every single bathroom in the school, poor thing.


I have got nothing to say to you

Sometimes I go through all of the songs in my music library. I can even spend a lot of time rating them. Or, I go through all of the contacts in my phone book. Other times I can catch myself going through all of my text messages. It's quite stimulating, in fact.

On your back with your racks as the stacks as your load

I wish there were some solid and concrete place where I could say my goodbyes. Because last night, I realized you do not exist anymore. And that is a shame. But still, let me know when you get back. Actually, please don't.


This is paradise

Yes, my computer has taught me quite a bit about patience. But, Marty will still always be there at my side.

I've been all around the world marching to the beat of a different drum

Right- hand traffic does not exist when it comes to children. You just do everything in your power not to run them over with your bike. It doesn't matter if you're the one who ended up in the ditch, you still have to apologize for making the poor kid uncomfortable.     

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