After spending the night with an important person, someone dear to me; should I acknowledge that publicly or stay silent?
When dawn arrives the feeling of contentment that enveloped me earlier in the night slowly dissipates, yet I do not feel guilty about what has happened only hours before this moment.
Is it my heart that is unfaithful, or is it simply human nature to seek comfort and love wherever it may be found?

I do not know, and a part of me does not even care which it is; as long as I can spend what might be my last minutes knowing that whatever it is that happened last night, it will not be forsaken or forgotten by that one person; but remembered and treasured as a precious memory of those few hours of complete honesty between us, even though they might have been different than either of us could have imagined before.

                                                                                                      "IHNUFMIADNEILTIYT?Y"

26. 12. 2012.

Withered flowers fall from their branches,
like you did, from my hands.
You were a cherryblossom so sweet and fragrant.
Now the leaves gather at my feet.


                                                                      "Tales of a Flower  II"




Yup, even more bad poetry (yay!)

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...

The beginning of the blog... Actually I've got no idea what I'm supposed to write here, so let's just say that I may or may not continue with this thing (the fates of all my old blogs seem to be against me...); and if I do, don't be surprised if I come across as a rabid fan of whatever, really boring, a wannabe writer, or just someone who created a blog out of boredom one random saturday evening. Eh, let's just see where this goes.