Do you hear them?

Two big eyes.
They look at you with sadness.
Hope is lost.

The small hands.
They no longer grasp for yours.
Strength is gone.

A withering world.
The screams in our ears.
Why is no one listening?

Facts

With the night comes the darkness.
It's a known fact.
I wish I could change it.

When time passes

I think you've changed.
I know I've changed.
I'm afraid it won't be the same.
I just want to run and hide.

Contemplating

A strange sadness.
No explanation.
Thinking of a past long gone.
Thinking of a windy present.
Thinking of a distant future.

Wondering. Contemplating.
What will become of me?

Back at work

I walk in through the doors and see the empty front desk and as I walk through the almost epmty room people greet me with smiles and hello's.
I walk through the back, and stop by the board. The same routine as always, not much has changed since the first time I walked in.
The uniform is put on, some words are exchanged with colleagues that have become good friends.

Then, without no warning, the chaos enter. We run, we yell, we bump into each other. Everything has to be fast, correct and with a smile.
Can you go get some more carrots?!
I need fries! NOW!
Where the hell did my coke go?!
And as quickly as the chaos came, it disappears. And the quietness of an empty building comes in. We breathe, we laugh, we applaude our selves.

It's work. And no matter how much I complain about it, and how much I say I don't want to be there anymore. It's still work. And I love it.

Facts

When rain falls the heaven cries,
be it of sadness or happiness.

Facts

Fulfillment is what you know when you have read War and Peace, or Anna Karenina.

Facts

Loneliness is what you feel when there is only one glass of wine on the table.

S.T.O.P

The soil is scorched.
The leaves are crisp.
The world is brown.

You have to stop it.

The children are crying.
The women are screaming.
The men are running.

You have to stop it.

Turn to the east,
and see the despair.
Tur to the west,
and see the ignorance.

You have to stop it.
It will destroy us all.

It's just a crush

The words still echo in my mind.
It's just a crush.
They went straight to my heart.
Apparently it wasn't important.
It meant nothing.

The words still cut my soul.
It's just a crush.
Does it not have to start somewhere?
Just one small step, to being with.
But apprently it did not mean anything.

The words still bring out a tear.
It's just a crush.
Not worthy of recognition.
An illusion of some sort.
It still hurts.


(Pitcture from http://lovegraphics.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/barbed-wire-heart.gif)

It's life

Glasses with colourful drinks.
The sun slowly moves across the sky.
Smoke from the bbq fills the air.
Voices are loud, and laughter is frequent.

Old friends, new friends.
Coming together at one of those rare occasions when they are all at the same place, at the same time.

It's summer, it's happiness.
It's laughter, it's memories.
It's comfort, it's catching up.

It's life, and it's beautiful.

(Picture from http://www.stugbasen.com/objekt/6581.jpg)

Thoughts in the summer night

You know that feeling. The one that kicks in when you ride home on your bike in the middle of the night after having spent a wonderful evening at your friends house. Or after having been to a dinner you never wanted to end. That feeling of belonging. And serenity. The moment it appears you cannot help but smile.

That is what I'm feeling. And it makes me sad. Because I know something, something that everyone else knows aswell. They know of the fact, I know of the feeling. The feeling of leaving. Again. And as I sit on my bike, roll down the hill and think that life is pretty good, I cannot shake that feeling. Questioning. Doubtful.

If life is so perfect at this moment, then why do I keep running away?

People know me

People think they know me.
They are sure of who I am.
They look at me, and see a version that I've created.

Jumping around the world.
Never settling down.
Always on the move.
Ironic and sarcastic.
With a clear goal at heart.

I look in the mirror.
And wonder where it happened.
When I became this person.

People think they know me.

I have no idea who I am.

Scared

I am scared.
To let you in.
To open the door, and tell you everything.
To hear you speak and know that it is everything.

I am scared.
To open up.
To let you see me, all of me.
To allow you to be that on special person.

I see the people around me.
The pain they suffer, the tears they cry.
I see their desperation, their dependence.
The look of panic when everything falls apart.

I don't think I can do that.
But I'm scared of being alone too...