A sad goodbye
To say goodbye to someone you love, is never easy.
A farewell is something difficult.
A goodbye like this, is something I would like to never experience again.
A farewell is something difficult.
A goodbye like this, is something I would like to never experience again.
Grey morning
Waking up again, to a grey fall-morning.
The same weather over and over again.
Will this ever end? ...
That is something still to be revealed.
The same weather over and over again.
Will this ever end? ...
That is something still to be revealed.
22.00
The clock is sharp.
As sharp as my eyes.
The night is fresh and cold.
I feel free, in the endless blackness.
As sharp as my eyes.
The night is fresh and cold.
I feel free, in the endless blackness.
Hello-ween!
The first note is always special.
The first few words on a blank page, are always the most meaningful ones.
This is my blog.
Writing from a lonely spot, in a city, far from home.
The first few words on a blank page, are always the most meaningful ones.
This is my blog.
Writing from a lonely spot, in a city, far from home.
