Another day is passing

Another day is passing
This is the place to go at night, when the sun is gone and you want be consumed into an atmospheric world of fantasy, where your thoughts and what you feel can slip by unnoticed to let what you find here be all that really exists. This is the fire for the moth and the sunlight for the flowers. This is the lagune where all creatures gather for safety and shelter, just so the night won't come and take them - but intead lead them into a safe and dreamfull sleep.

27. apr. 2011

Blind but seeing - Dead but living

When our vision turned gray, and eveything seemed blur
we stopped looking back, at where we were.
We learned from every step, our feet felt the sand
altough our eyes were blind, we could still see the land.

I saw the people who threw the vial of truth
into a tainted well, only to end their youth.
They turned old and weak, they could barely stand
but they made the choice, and chose to be banned.

Every word in our language started with a sound
We made our toys of what we had found.
So when intensions are good, even a punishment can relieve
Don't let a lack of vision blind you - just stay strong and believe

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