Fingers playing over keys of life weaving the pieces together white and black good and bad the simple weave of life. License of photo; read.
We play this ugly game on The Stage of Life; in front of a huge audience imagined by our own confused ideas. We spit in each others faces losing our minds – selling our soul to the Devil – for those five seconds of Fame – Then, when it comes to the last line of … Continue reading
* I will love you nurture you make you bloom and become that flower – splendid in all your magnificence – that you´re longing so to be – Tomorrow.
* You sliced my heart into pieces – of pounding debris – so that You could live.
On the other side of my heart of my dreams of my life of everything I´ve ever believed in – What is there to be found?