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.

22. okt. 2011

The Journeyman

Once upon a time I was sitting by a road,
covered in sunshine instead of a coat.

I brought no bags, but was never to return.
I had only my heart to keep my soul in a burn

I had no hand from a god
pushing me onward
It was as it should be;
I was finally free

I walked the road - without any fuel
no food or water - some would call it cruel

But I fed myself with passion and lust
And when people asked "Why?" - I answered "I must"

And I only left to see,
I only left to feel,
Cuz' some said life was good,
I had to see if it was real

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