My own empty thoughts.

After a good workout, your body is completely exhausted and you feel nothing.
When your body is numb and you feel nothing, it's like your brain has shut down.
Without your brain, you have no thoughts.
Without thoughts, life's simple...


Coldness of ice

By what means did I have to complete what I'd started.
What was necessary to do, in order to finish my work.
How would it ever be possible?
How could I manage such a thing?
See what the future holds for you.

Workout.

I had just lifted the heaviest fuckin weight, I've ever managed to lift.
Blood was rushing through my body and into my muscles.
My head was about to explode, but I had done it.
With a deep sigh, I left the gym.
Knowing, exactly what I am capable of doing...


Yeah you guessed right, Anything.

Cold Winter Night

Damn, it's cold outside.
The chill is almost unbearable.
The night is dead silent.

My thoughts are blocked,
I cannot think clearly.
Something is troubling me,
but i don't know what it is.
Maybe tonight,
I'll recieve a vision.
Let's see what it brings.

Pump

Every step is progress.
Every breath will give you new strength.

Today I did some progress.
I took another breath.



Tough Love

"You ain't good enough"

that phrase is printed on my mind.
how much I will ever try,
it can never go away.
'cause you've said it so many times,
and I don't know if I can deal with this no more.

all I want is You to love me for who I am,
not only by the cause of my actions and performances.

but the phrase can never be erased,
'cause it's printed on my mind.

evening...

This night, cold and sweet.
I felt something, not a chill, but a warmth..
In this cold autumn-night...

Like a painted picture

There is something I can't see,
there is something different in the way you smile.
Behind those eyes you lie....




to me

goodbye past, hello future


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.

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.


22.00

The clock is sharp.

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.


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