The visitor. He was still standing at the door step awaiting an invite from my brother. I could see my brothers hostile eyes once the surprise wore of his face, and I didn’t even dare look the tall, strange man in the eye. When my brother didn’t seem to wail by the door, the man sighed, and in a rusty, hopeless voice he said “I’ve come to see my daughter.”
into the deep
Under the inky ocean surface
The wind takes me away
As I sail upon tranquil waves
Only dark ocean meets the eyes
As I turn to say goodbye
Cause it’s all already gone
Another chapter ended
I’m out here and so alone
None of the wounds were mended
But now it’s all already gone
It is too late to turn back home
I’ll wander and I’ll roam
Where the wind blows, I’ll go
If there ever was an easy way out, I would take it without blinking. Hell, I would start walking with my eyes closed, my arms tied behind my back. Even if I’d knock myself out on the way I could always get up again and find the right path. So different from now, when held in place by all the expectations, all the lies, the past, the future, where every decision made seems to have no effect.
lighting up a dark silhouette in the
Soon invisible against a starless sky
Alpha. He runs with leaps so sure, like he knows every stick, every stone, and where every grain of dirt is located beneath him. And the others follow, feeling his fear, trusting his ability to find a safe place.
A sticky, gooey mass running down with a greenish light and the smell og bubbly acid.
It’s like heaven is smiling down upon you, the rain turning to drops of perfection as they suddenly sparkle in sunhine that’s passing through the dark clouds. You’re looking up from underneath the ocean surface, […]
I see signs now
All the time
In the waking hour
And while I’m sleeping
I see signs
of you in dreaming
But you are running
All of the times.
(super inspired by bloc party’s song btw)
Detention. Pencils scribbling, naughty whispers, stolen looks, muffled screamo music, fingers tapping, and feet thumping the beat to inaudible, miserable melodies too bored and too careless to give themselves away.
You can’t expect an uninspired mind to come up with something about the word “science” when you’ve just watched a couple of Gossip Girl episodes and that’s the most exciting thing happening in your life right now.
He gives me chills. The way he looks at me. The way he strokes his fingers down my spine, the way he tucks a lock of hair behind my ear, the way his voice sounds so familiar and loving and safe and dangerous all at once.
Saturday. The warm sun warming my skin, a soft breeze strokes my bare arms as I walk alone in the city. In the small alleys are cats bathing in the sun as well, enjoying the simplicity of life on such a beautiful day.
Primitive. Grass growing, earth shaking, rivers running peacefully down white mountain peaks and green coated hills. Birds chippering with life.
Young, pure voices harmonizing like golden strings knitting perfectly together while finding their way towards the top circle of the cathedral, complementing the paintings of angels playing their heavenly song.
clouds moving apart, letting the sun shine through, a ray of hope among the lonesome in the streets that once were grey
Black coal smothers the radiant beauty of the ruby underneath, obscuring a forsaken glimmer of hope.
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