sunday morning

now it's morning and i just bought a bread at the local bakery.

a party was held at amager. we danced, me and the girls.

the police came, but no violence, thankfully.

i went home. it's 5.40 a.m. and time for bed.

good fight, good night.

dimmed, the hours rush by.

sitting in school doing nothing is easy. many are almost finished. i've just begun.

missing, knowing, longing. a hope, a clock, a calendar.

anger rising, sadness swells, a stupid boy, eager, stupid. hasted, ran too fast.

a flower needs water, but do not water too much. let it dry between watering. i've been told so. by a flower.

why is it so hard to do things right, at the right time? a stupid boy asks

eyes closed, mind is dim.

friends of a random summer

a touch of summer visited the room today.

the journey is greater than the destination

a journey is the transportation between a point A and a point B.








a music reference: Forss - Journeyman @ iTunes.

if anyone knows how to embed the whole song from somewhere, please tell me!

Coffee and roses

the bitter taste of coffee kisses me.

happily tired, the day is hope.

a book resting, protecting. dreams and lives and moments put in rows of black.

black coffee on a white tablecloth, moments to come, lives to be lived.

as the clouds drift by

i lie on my back.

the smell of freshly mowed grass is heavy and only broken by the smoke from a man enjoying his pipe.

friends buying ice cream.

minutes go by.

the clouds move towards a common destination.

a young man and his child, lauging together.