I really like photography, both the shooting process and the "development" process. Too se the result, the glare in someones eye, the lines formed by the chin and things like that. I'm no professional however, it's just a hobby.
I've offered photo shoots for my friends, so I'm hoping that there are more photos upcoming soon.
kanske var det en viskning
som bara dina tankar kan höra
kanske var du precis på väg
att berätta allt eller inget
kanske tappade du andan
precis när du skulle avslöja
allt du ville, allt du kände
kanske snubblade ditt hjärta
och tappade den röda tråden
tråden som kunde läka allt
och sy ihop öppna sår
kanske var den utlagd
efter dina fötter som ett spår
spår av vita små stenar
spåret som leder tillbaka
hem till värmen
hem till omfamningen
hem till framtiden
kanske vinden blåste så hårt
så tråden fö
Somewhere in your eyes that very special glow
Something drawing me to where I do not know
I never really thought that I would lose myself
Now I'm going faster than anybody else
I can see that look that says beware
Try to move in closer if you dare
So I must sit and play my waiting game
And for a while I thought you would do the same
Watches like an eagle for its prey
And like that bird of pray you say
I am older and much wiser than you
Bird of prey, straight into me you flew
Now every time I try to set you free
I'm glad to see you comíng back to me
But if I knew you didn't want to stay
I wouldn't try to
Tethered to the ground by invisible chains. Broken by the weight of the past, the avalanche of today and the hollowness of tomorrow.
I don't want to crush you with my soap bubble phrases. I just want to learn how to breathe in your world of thoughts. I just want you to fall and trust that I will catch you.
I don't know who you are, yet I've known you all my life. How easy these little earthquakes shatter the ground beneath us. Was it my words? Or my silence? I know it hurts, my kind of violence.
Was it my words? Or my silence? I know it hurts, my kind of violence.
Gazing towards the blood red horizon, unsure whether my wings will bear the weight of my heart.
Plumpeting, drowing in the pool of my own tears.