Om meg
Velkommen....
Velkommen....
til mitt eget Eventyr.
til mitt eget Eventyr.
søndag 23. juni 2013
mandag 17. juni 2013
En Mening
...Well, I looked my demons in the eyes
Laid bare my chest, said "Do your best, destroy me
You see, I've been to hell and back so many times
I must admit you kind of bore me"
There's a lot of things that can kill a man
There's a lot of ways to die
Listen, some already did that walked beside me
There's a lot of things I don't understand
Why so many people lie
It's their hurt I hide that fuels the fire inside me..
-Ray LaMontagne-
Laid bare my chest, said "Do your best, destroy me
You see, I've been to hell and back so many times
I must admit you kind of bore me"
There's a lot of things that can kill a man
There's a lot of ways to die
Listen, some already did that walked beside me
There's a lot of things I don't understand
Why so many people lie
It's their hurt I hide that fuels the fire inside me..
-Ray LaMontagne-
søndag 2. juni 2013
Easier in the dark with your eyes closed
Is it easier to touch you in the dark?
Would you let me kiss you if you close your eyes?
If you where standing in the dark room with your eyes closed, would you like to feel me?
Would you let me kiss you if you close your eyes?
If you where standing in the dark room with your eyes closed, would you like to feel me?
onsdag 29. mai 2013
Waking up
You are waking up in your old bed, in your new you.
Will you return to the safe old you?
Does it all the new in you change your old home?
What does the memory mean to you, is there an old flame who returns to your spirit?
What does all the words and thoughts from the world outside prove to you?
Can you be sure that the good life begins and be happy?
Do you dare to face the dark side of you soul and kill everything that makes you unhappy?
I can be sure that the good life flies within you.
Share your freedom, don't loose it.
tirsdag 28. mai 2013
onsdag 15. mai 2013
Surface.
Jeg ligger like stille som det krystallklare vannet, på overflaten.
Min kropp er stille, bare mitt hjerte lager bevegelse i vannet, på oveflaten.
Jeg ser himmelen er blå og solen viser frem den vakre naturen fra der jeg flyter, på overflaten.
Selv så stille som jeg ligger, føler jeg min egen eksistens fra overflaten.
Jeg flyter på min egen kropp i vannet, ved overflaten.
Jeg ser land men kan ikke svømme, så jeg flyter på dette stille vannet...
på overflaten.
onsdag 1. mai 2013
Er Av Og Til Nok?
Hvor leter du når det som burde være der, er borte?
Hva erstatter du med din illusjon om det perfekte?
Hva søker du i dem som ikke kan gi?
Hvem ser du, når du blir oversett?
Hjertet er kaldt, hvor finner du varmen?
Hvor flykter du?
Er av og til nok for deg?
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