…about the difference between dream and reality, like fumbling steps in the haze… a wasp buzzing on the window, time is universe your hand behind me, can feel the heat your hand in my hand, on my body, can feel the heat… a wasp buzzing on the window, time is brutally obvious your lips on
Type rather private. It’s difficult to be as private as I wish, out in the cyberspace. Who will read and who will not. What will people think… But what’s the purpose, otherwise, to have a blog? Just some thoughts coming through my mind. Those days it feels like my life laughing at me and playing
raindrops falling between birch leaves dew between your toes sunbeams between the gray clouds deer, barking plums weigh down the branches,soon ripe to eat It’s autumn.
…about friends. It’s not something new coming through my mind. It’s very important for all of us, I think. Friends. What would you be without friends? Sometimes you need time alone. But all the other time, you probably want company in some way. And then. The big question. What are friends for…??? If someone means
I do wonder if all the things that I miss so much as a single, if couples do all those things. I mean, if they don’t, what’s the purpose, then?! Not being single, somehow. I long for the moments sitting down with a cup of tea and make reflections from the passed day out there.
Det är alltid lättare att gå i andras fotspår än att trampa upp egna nya. Det är alltid lättare att hålla med än att göra sina egna tankar hörda och hoppas på att någon lyssnar och är intresserad av det man har att säga. Det är alltid lättare att fortsätta trampa på någon som redan
…among the old men with gleaming medals and old women who are thinking important thoughts… I try to imagine what it was like for those people who tried to escape from the tsunami in Thailand. Those thoughts catch me now and then, as I had close friends friends who disappeared in the tsunami. That feeling
