work...

Second week of the summer job is allmost over, and I'm allready kinda tired of it. The place and most of the people are familiar to me from last year, so that's reduced stress, but also contributed to the boredom. S is working there too occasionally, but her main  job is in Turku, so I don't see her that often, and as a rule I don't do "social" very well, so most coffee breaks etc. are spent reading or texting with J and other people. And when one adds the way too early mornings to that equation, the result is one grumpy, shoulder- and backpain - suffering Mickster.

Oh well, atleast I don't have to use all my concentration on the job and there's quite much noise, so I'm free to frolic in whichever fantasy world that currently interests me. As long as I don't accidentally saw my fingers off or something.

If I could have just one single thing in this life,
I would wish for my beloved to be happy.

Even if it meant I would give up my own happiness for even one chance at it for them;
I would go through with it; I would give my freedom a thousand times over, if only my dearest could have one day to do as they wished without consequence.

                                                                                          "The sacrifice for the Beloved"

11.5.2012

"Goodnight; my only regret is not kissing you when i had the chance..."-  

                                                                                           I wanted to tell him,                                        

but I knew I couldn't do that and be completely honest.

Instead I stayed silent, and let him believe I didn't care enough to even tell I wouldn't miss him.

That is my one regret about the boy who sang about my darkbrown eyes.

"Tales of a scarred heart #3"

5.5.2012

I told you there might be bad poetry on this blog...

Falling/flying

A beginning to a story I may or may not continue writing someday. Suggestions and general thoughts about the text are welcome.


She was falling through the sky, or maybe flying; she didn't know for sure. The beads of her necklace rattled in the wind which made her eyes water; beating against her cheeks, the blue and cream- coloured jewelry reminded her of him, that special one who looked at her with a slightly amused yet condescending smirk. "Why? What does he have to do with any of this?"
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The air kept rushing past her. Upwards. Away from her. Never to return to that place and time...